the sweet
whatconscience drives
away tomorrow
is impending
evidence. Re-
mind me that
a tangent comes
to equal tincture
in the way that quiet . . .
as I am so you are
here amid vast
patches of land
the givens of understanding
among presumed strangers
a sense apart from words
conveyed with purity
compared with clutter
would become
patches of land
lux pura bright light
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