remember the record will skip
and the glass will empty
before you are through
there are no one
mores,
the cows wander to the ocean shore
the grackle
pierces the faithful sky
the wolf grouches in her decline
the broad metallic
element of sky skiffs a sailing
vessel right through
the loveless hart, and the purest potion runs to
dark
know this about the morning commute, the wheat
the shopping cart, know this
that we, we all are
privileged as the sun to
burn, to
radiate, out here in the
cool weightlessness of our lives
turn heavy and inward and start glowing
until unbearable,
you start exploding.
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