notes around it
no conquest but

verbs and affections

Closing the far-off, these exotic place names,

it had been a language of courses, understood

as finished, run to the last breath, then set

just so in the gravel lane where they kissed.

Set as blotches or a series of possibilities,

gravity smacks us to behave and imagine art

arrives any time always already pregnant with

what we guessed would simulate exhilaration.


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