Certainly
this able-bodied day
Fills
up the page
Distance
always occurs
Where
light comes to rest
Imagine
how to write it
The
ill-fated sentence of a still-
Born
affection squeezed between
Parentheses
O demonstrative act
Of
love be adorned and so forth
Be
but some tender estrangement
Ceaselessly
deferred and given
To
simplicity given to simple words
Maybe
too a common prayer
Or
a double dash why not
I
haven’t had a hair cut in weeks
I
haven’t even cut and cleaned
This
intractability of fragments
A
necessary return to distance
A
space where I might find this
Inscribed
date happening in silence
A
precise imprint slowly forming
Right
here on the very spot
Imagine
a dome of cavernous air
Imagine!
Phosphorescent
volumes of thought
Moons
among demolished moons
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