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When we were in the ocean a long time waiting
in the school of the lifeesque sun

There as an abstract silver quality not belonging
to any frenzy or food

Later we stood up in a book with a simple surface
And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying, and then
a proliferation of forms, in and out of shadow

Some figures we would have preferred to reveal:
The earth’s bowed edge, our special technique
    for going over

We were swimming downhill a long time thinking
The cause can barely contain us

But instead of a thought there was bait
lashing the waters behind

Instead of a line a trench
of atoms, fastening these waters
    to these
Posted 11/02/13
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