April 5  2004

One-thousand one-hundred fifty-eight

at an ascertainable point

crossing the sea

intersection and dislocation

the transport of empire

stands swell time still

a counting heart

neglects the passage of memory

the rupturing connection between parent and child

disgrace in every grace

and grace

a night sea and breeze
days from land

the same as land



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