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Postcard Cadenza

A jeep goes up its indefinite trace
bouncing off knots and locks of low cloud

And the mountain partly lives
and partly is gashed forever where it lives

The black boxes in their monastery piles
Everyone is dazed from his long fall

Appearance of basalt under a jar
I’m bending it to a new use of light

Mouths are of volcanoes and faces
warming up and unannounced

Posted 11/18/11
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