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once you are lost, you are never found.
though it is always a summer evening,
i cannot live in it
or even think of a human, see myself in the mirror.
i know you went to sleep in the woods, the only place
you feel okay.
if you have gone away once, you have gone away forever.
when i see you at my door,
i know you are someone else again.
we spoke of many beautiful things,
you asked if i had fallen in love and i said that i hadn’t
but i appreciate this time for which we’ve known one other
cannot last longer than the infinite hour
before you are killed
by the whole real being which knocks
as i go to the basement to conjure eternity,
to chase cats and become nothing so soon.
grandfather takes so many videos of us for this reason
now that he is gone, he walks forever.
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fire house
03:54
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i am sorry for frankly i had been
walking through your mind
which is graceless though i thought it kind-
i wanted to help you here and here
it is trespass and later i must take myself apart
for being near
the last few years has been many small deaths
really i was not meant for people
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cannot believe i am a part of the world right now,
in philadelphia in a heat
to the next city and-
more than that, devotion
requires distant settings
a beauty unknown in my own time
writing it is
to slow and articulate a thought
it might be weeded for you
a someone still better than the spoken
the heat makes us all equal
burqa-clad or businesswoman,
man in wheelchair at street corner
what is happening here-
a beautiful man asked if i might hold his cigarette before disappearing forever
i stole a picture of you
you looked so sweet and holy
my apologies
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a wake's passage
07:16
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the earth outlives us
12:41
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to think the earth will outlive us
on the hill where the sky opened,
and we saw the infinite constellated darkness
between us, futures never lived like a dream so big
it couldn’t contain itself. it was only a small dream of mine
while i am a small dream of the world.
though the structures here have been taken out,
there remain generators graffitied.
to think not long ago we stood on the porch
and watched strangers shiver.
to lie on that hill-
to see that purple distance, the horizon formed from a gradient
of forest and the mountain is made
of what is more blue.
this earth here has been too many things.
my limitation is that
i only see its immensity when i look back to see your face
looking up at the sky. though i could be that sky.
i could be the black.
a greenhouse has been newly erected
at this site out of poles and white shadows- a lattice, a tarp,
a webbed column for the mind to walk around.
inside, to grow vegetables. to cultivate nothing as could be felt by you or me.
some other thing will be made in the ruin of a thought
or the aftermath of the greatest feeling i’ve known
which is so small, small
enough to contain everything.
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if time had settled
bluer air in the summer evening
i might- call this a place again
enough to look out at the darker hill,
that is, the one beyond this one
and live like nothing, to be-
at once, inside of the room,
the creature with these illumined eyes
that wrongs all of you,
and outside, the ghost
never meant to haunt any of you.
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