Calls slaughter
soft as land
and the minor
feeling of a
completed place
in the heart
of being placed
there not
here a
Euclidean
diagram
makes this
clear as
do rocks
in a Stream
Sore Father
whose art’s in
Heaven, how will
be our name?
poems, fireflies...
Calls slaughter
soft as land
and the minor
feeling of a
completed place
in the heart
of being placed
there not
here a
Euclidean
diagram
makes this
clear as
do rocks
in a Stream
Sore Father
whose art’s in
Heaven, how will
be our name?
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