the age of reason

individual air of this room in "the trees"
if you saturate i will saturate
the cabin vibe, the cold air view, the vista/misappropriated
the cut in the harsh glass
the many projects the too many lists
if i am thirty four what does that make you
is this voice part of what i store under the bed with extra paper
what has paper done to you
what is the point of saving all of this to wrap goods in
i appreciate someone who empties the vacuum
of dust
i am moving in the room
similarly, i am moving in the dust space
where i see areas of accumulation taken up by a box taken up by
a person i don't know
that no one knew
the books stacked atop other books, the thin in between the fat books, the balls of clay on the side table, the waiting to be made phase
the being made into, the plants in the corner making their food;
i get taken over by my own spell
i must have set up songs in the past to reach forward to this day
why did i cast a tiny rope over the hill to be followed along forever
i do it for the reflection at the base of the arch
standing in water i can see her through the grey dresses
this is the moment that articulates space to all involved
if you can sense the area of the bell, the air will vibrate around your head
that is the vehicle for this next trip
as welcome as a sunspot in December
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the window rains inside and imperfect
and i approach a lamppost with writing on it
when lights in living rooms are on, curtains stricken with the mood but there is no evidence that anyone is being watched and much less that anyone is thinking about it
but there was a truly kind crow that stood nearby and wiped her beak across my shoe
therefore the animal view is holy and i rupture at the curb just to set my mind in time
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