24.5.11

fragment four

. . . adoration to away. . .


I see you sleeping on the screen

where we give the time ahead some

lighter things to hold


limbs of hope stem from the connections

tremendous frameworks

that span the gap and the noise

scores of nations

patchwork landscapes

frenzies of minds

and, even greater, all the common threads


I see all that you and I can do

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