in this special recording
the complex networks of practices and accumulated subtlety

noted in sleep the obscure resembles

The impossible appeals

to my homely economy.

A yard of names in rising

follows the long-forgiven

unfortunate comparison: river.

Wind of the stream. Bright scribbled others.

You on the 2nd floor. Them on the fifth.

Coded in cold I remember how cold.

Hewn like an old crayon box. The sun.

The whole world came to its lecture.

I was startled and stammered to recognize myself

in the pressed-out debris of each book’s tongue.

They came at me like fond hordes like damp fire.


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