THE USES OF PAIN
(arbeit mach freit)
Here where the holly grows loosely, the fens are gouged
and the marshgrass active. I feel as if I should be moved.
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The thin horizon seems simple : in this case a coastline,
leathery and slick. Osprey blinds dot the field.
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I will hold these hands like this forever. Standing
still, even then, I sense movement upward.
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