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7.30
30.i.26
as if
there were no fence at all
a bird sits out
clouds pass
the forest tide comes
rots posts
the night and each least
point of light
these pass
and all of the bodies of
heaven
the heart, the head, the so-called
soul
passage of wallabies
all weather
as if
no straight lines
to never meet
no demon of analogy
heaven comes over as if
between this one thought
and the next
the crust, the mantle, core
time!
bull’s bellow
and bark fall
screens, pages
covers of a book
a breeze and the bright falls
to its prey
so it is with gates, with
walls
with doors
a roof
my hat
thing and unthing
word and not
yours, mine
as if there were no fence at
all
a way out everywhere
as if there were no wall
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