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¶
crossing flowers,
a morning becomes
instantly red and yellow
a trade of
perfectly animate matter
what is it about narcissism
that suggests
only deserved loss as an option,
when detailing the space
of conflict
is possible
and exquisite?
saluting air,
contesting vacancy,
we sift and pull among
calm strings of zeroes
¶
& each time the moment falls
the emphasis of the moment falls
into time differently
continued presencing
if not the present
these caring accretions,
the life that has gone
acknowledged
as detail,
repeating in place
each time the tongue moves
it moves into time differently
doing, undoing
a bundle of precisely-wired blue
& this & this
appearing
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