YOU who stand whole and apart. YOU who pass here, extended vowel. A commanding voice moves slowly. A place remains in a word by name of cloud and freeing. For YOUsome time will be no time, somewhere nowhere. For YOU the eye the hand the foot the time. YOU who lose perspective of loss, one tree at a time. The holy place had been made. Telling is the spell. Go then and tell your tragedy.
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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