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Betroth at dawn no really at dawn aubade or not sung so bad the light be troth to the first instance trans mission a series of stories to whom it was given rusted rays of jagged metal sun blast arctic air winter slant of light a clarifying barren light sit beside these clattering pine limbs Way it is a secret & saving way through the world in a thin book on a scrap of paper a few words jotted down a prayer a blessing an affectionate nickname words arising heard as if dictation required to be given back where the building & the wound smooth over where the vessel gleams Here it is a blessing yes & the twin engines being & nothingness motor across the still lake we wake & take a morning walk meditate coffee & the tower for active words friends yes the third one who walks beside us is it you? home for lunch my granddaughter asks are you here now? From Notebooks Notebook #2 – page 33 2/6/07 seizure or more likely it was sees your or maybe you were doing the seeing when it arrived not as something to be seen but as the in determinate wind in the pine branches yes it is a hunger a hunger for what oh what a time to be here * 2/7/07 erath co vina abdoo rach mee na erath co vina abdoo rach mee na erath co vina abdoo rach mee na erath co vina abdoo rach mee na soon too da li ma soon too da li ma * 2/8/07 tendon tenuous learning takes its own time tender is the light |
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