TO APRIL
All the things we seem to have found
are somehow still here, yet time passing
now better defines them. The sky like a
soup covers deeply the most particular
edgings; shapes and forms together avoid
both reasons and names, but such avoidance
can no more advance than can dead landscape
and dormant flower stop from transforming.
Everything has possibilities now; we will
all start out all over again.
All the things we seem to have found
are somehow still here, yet time passing
now better defines them. The sky like a
soup covers deeply the most particular
edgings; shapes and forms together avoid
both reasons and names, but such avoidance
can no more advance than can dead landscape
and dormant flower stop from transforming.
Everything has possibilities now; we will
all start out all over again.
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