all the history
asked to lean into a startling argument for a late offer of joy

see this is how you say

Now as to my most subtle feelings. They’d aim to be

so far under the radar that not even Google’d find

them. But they present themselves for a photo on

such and such day month and year. And they appear.

Not too grimy or important, not suffused with rosy

saturations. Normally inarticulate. Bricks under ice.


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