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The Certainty of Friction

 fall in the

grape leaves mir
abile rabbit
fence habit
on the edge of
new snow 

water grows as
smooth as
the for getting of
ice 

ice as smoo
th as music
stills the
moment 

the reason for
music sur
faces in the
fog clouds
rising patent 

death is just
a manoeuvre
practiced
in spite of
habits of
wonder 

the grains of
human any
thing show
causal
respect for
time given
time 

time as an
integer
stays vain
yet florid 

each word be
tween us re
mains each be
tween us 

the matching
glowers time
to reflect
in stages
along a
point in
time which
you know does
not fit 

the
difficulty
of simple
remains 

you
too remain
in the
words between 

the stem
ware of
glassy eyes
propels moment. airy

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