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  • I list things I cannot do for lack of time. The list takes time.
    I seek the truth but, like mirage, it is but hope and language.
    In the morning I am thirsty.

    I weigh the cons against the pros
    But oh the price.

    I wind the clock. How difficult it was for me to understand.
    I have had a great love. I knew the risk and flew to it.
    The upside downing of its loss once drowned me.

    The door filtered in cars, minds, opinions. The room became close with them.
    I was drowned. Water came to mean my home.

    Sunrise seeps under the cloud cover to the east.
    One chittering bird breaks silence.
    The air is informed by a heatwave over the hill
    So chill has this undertow. The fog pulls in, after all.

    My whole being cries out to be beneath the waves now.
    The song undulates and I am free diving in the blue of my oblivion.
    The constant clock beats a steady swing alone
    But my soul flies underwater with no sound but this beating: My still-living heart.

    That once drowned, broken thing, now flying.

    I believe in telepathy among birds and fishes:
    Starling-like, whole again, only traces of scar where the ticker re-birthed,
    I tilt away they follow I tilt away they follow
    I tilt away away and dive
    Pull away again they follow
    Fling upwards furious and silent beating they pull away I follow
    Up then over then down
    Pull away then tilt away they follow
    I follow I fall they follow I fly
    They fly I fly they follow.
    The charged medium.
    I dive
    I wake

    I make a list. The list takes time
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