Survivors of aphesis, possums stand out as North America's only marsupial. They choose a marsupial lifestyle because the thimble-sized babies have yet the strength to bear this world's love. But they will grow, tho death is near, borne by mater, till they can live full possum life themselves. And live they do, with pointy claws and teeth, and a scrounging appetite. Their trick of feigning death when physically threatened seems casually unsustaining but they survive in a world of busy cars and roads to nowhere, just like you. What dimension might possums possess while faking a catatonic state? The opiate of owning never concerns them. Fear stands as just a contingency in the moment’s density. Possums hear the time it takes to live here. When every word has finished, so do you.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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