a wheat field acts

                                                                                           as ending line (coast)

 

                                                                                           cove

                                                                                           reveal scale

 

                                                         waste in carvings

                                                         an infinite audience

 

                                                                                fractured

                                                                                face-to-face

 

                                   the faces          lost–– help

                       a self

 

                                   a copy:

 

                                                         talk through

                                                                     windows our copies

moving and feeling

in ether                                  ––                              the curtain

 

                       & ghosts

 

blurred in forms

dancing                                  always performance

collide

                                               the weight of smoke:

                                                                     the soft mute songs

how––             how far

 

                                   is endless

                                   unknown

                                   how far

 

                       spare patterns leave us

                                                         reflections

 

 

 

 

 

transitional

boards             flicker:

 

            shelves                        rooms

             ––                             lost outside

 

                       the stacking of people

                       degrees hard water

 

                                   lines––                       by truth

                                   play            &            crash

 

                                   in degrees of truth

                                   empty windows

 

                       welcome home

                       our designs

 

                           ,

 

                      we have

known             times             up-keep

               &        &        &

                     searching

value                  ––                 noise

                         lasts

 

 

 

 

 

watching exposes:

warp

            standing

miles of

 

sand, the reflections capsize

––encounter as upwards

 

circle inlay willing

            layers

 

then focus

 

quiet dune-spaces

 

gaps rust

            &       one               asks

 

state the real   stay as

wires, leaf tendons

 

choice

            &       haze              ages

 

               •

 

            of rescue

            make second

 

            portion brief––

 

                        body

 

                        express

            unfurl              pointless

                                       alive

 

      •

 

tomorrow

I hear them

 

dream: ‘air’s rough

of tinted

 

–– stories

            carousel

            ripple awake

 

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