SILENT BLACK BLOCK
So solid as to be cold. One massive force, the
great darkness within. I do not wish to salvage,
just survive. Here, under sunlight at seven-fifteen,
the Autumn puzzle resets itself. A newer day starts.
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This questioning highway is running itself along hills
and ridges - lines of trees and the stuff of rumors. All
we've ever known depends on this today - ills and
spectacles, miracles and disasters. Together, as one,
the big puff heaves. Listen, just once, to all the people.
Yes, I have traveled far to gain but this small distance.
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