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comes a wider space, with mistakes and misgivings.

nothing in this world is perfect. it is raining today.
saw you fallen

&

photographed you

yet could not save you

nor

any of them

you are a metaphor
things come awry and we leave it so

the random nature of things

faintly corrupted
goes where it leads me, a kind of conversation between me and the work, but drawing on what is in mind.

“A kind of diary?”
we named it best eleven.        dark the day,           we are survived.

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.
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