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We are the kinds of people who love first      (maybe against mountains      landscapes      mountainscapes) fingerpick cherries cherrypick at dawn paint birds and blues and telephones. Live in E die in B sleep in space. Write of main characters      (but dream of antagonists      on planes      or fields further upstate). Frame flowers before they have the chance      to wilt stuff clothes into backpacks sing along with church choirs      from the alleyway next door. Imagine biography covers and post-war memorials look at poetry like a lampshade leave for fear of holding on return in hopes of holding      (set sail for north woods      carry weight like hurricanes      steal moments for beggars      retreat as quickly as god) stride past roads with cameras. Stencil where we should sketch finish with a flourish lay by waterfronts lie by stormfronts take breaths like in movies. Need like children dream of signs      (road signs      shop signs      celestial signs      all are the same, all are the same) climb heights to speak of majesty climb down to think of it. Witness each other's faces like      smatterings of people in cars. Arrange alphabetically depart dramatically realize with horror      but abolish without difficulty watch things fall apart mix up the pieces work without ethic.      (Things we get wrong we      right but things we get      right are already wrong.) Wind up in books we've never read. Change chords and regret the knowing      that we can never not know last.
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Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
we are the kinds of people
We are the kinds of people who love first      (maybe against mountains      landscapes      mountainscapes) fingerpick cherries cherrypick at dawn paint birds and blues and telephones. Live in E die in B sleep in space. Write of main characters      (but dream of antagonists      on planes      or fields further upstate). Frame flowers before they have the chance      to wilt stuff clothes into backpacks sing along with church choirs      from the alleyway next door. Imagine biography covers and post-war memorials look at poetry like a lampshade leave for fear of holding on return in hopes of holding      (set sail for north woods      carry weight like hurricanes      steal moments for beggars      retreat as quickly as god) stride past roads with cameras. Stencil where we should sketch finish with a flourish lay by waterfronts lie by stormfronts take breaths like in movies. Need like children dream of signs      (road signs      shop signs      celestial signs      all are the same, all are the same) climb heights to speak of majesty climb down to think of it. Witness each other's faces like      smatterings of people in cars. Arrange alphabetically depart dramatically realize with horror      but abolish without difficulty watch things fall apart mix up the pieces work without ethic.      (Things we get wrong we      right but things we get      right are already wrong.) Wind up in books we've never read. Change chords and regret the knowing      that we can never not know last.
katie-mora
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Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
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