One-thousand two-hundred seventy-nine

silver morning in memory, low east and rolling blanket cloud

blue west and gathering cumulus, last mist rising on shadow

high rock shore

swimming mid lake

absence an equation

radiant cloud break, pious and familial lie

drawing stroke upon stroke

love gambolling love

birth figures and figures of chance, a zebra in the city to the south

wording recoil, stars and black cloud, tonight

writing to you or from you

everything breathing and everything not breathing

story wise and low east memory, love an equation

and name, dark lake

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