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driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change
pale words a clue in the breathing

the stone set left in barns

caught the words hopefully in burning hands thinking that the sky was clear

though in the past

never so far away
i need to move them into a place
of loose adjustment
of random offerings
and sketchy lines
we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities

day of freedom
all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind
we look for sand

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea

the sea that is rising
they  do not know the darkness

how the light can fade into latin

& all things unreasonable
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