the sea, nothing else: unconquerable solitude
votive flower, lilies amongst timelessness, blue-lipped lake, hills of
hemlock and heather, the rush of hungered hounds across the endless
breast of distance
this is no longer your country, I tell myself, like a creature in love
now, it is only earth that exists here, stained with the red tint
of mothwings, unutterable mouth, mute grasses,
a tongue speaking impermanence
animal skin swaddled and brindled with the plain weave of river
loss, the price of being, wingless creatures, nightflesh sublime
what is it that remains closed, distant, foreign? where do our lives
empty themselves? is there a plain that holds all
skims its waters, at times, I drown, I do not remember
nor does the dawn come and have arms with which to hold me
the unbearable? I grow hunched and quiet, I lessen, I lessen, I do not carry it,
I carry nothing, uncertainty
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