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Touching Bottom
I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic,
bleaching the dark
words in twilight.
Indelible memory.
You don't behave yourself
writing furiously the names
of god in air.
Song was tongueless.
You could hear the nuances
of cords in rhythm.
Without listening you go
into bliss.
The blue rocks. Black birds
come in groups to commit
shared suicide on the
burning earth.
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