oceans fitful
birth operas
i am living on the surface
drowning is a life
i haven’t learned how
to pronounce correctly
snow is equal to a summer
evening (i have drowned
evenly with you)
your hair
is a seaweed
of infinite blue
i will transcribe you
starting with heel-thick
winds empty as my hands
orange light
windows capable
of equating
the collapsed
hour
how urns bear out of us
an evidence
the sun capitalizes the grass
each morning far older
bright infant
of hills
infinite blue!!! Love your work!
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