“…I wanted to propose writing as a material manifestation, an embodiment, of desire for reality.”
—Lyn Hejinian
Eventually, I could no longer swallow the tension.
Clouds held brightness while leaves fell like stars.
Unmeasurable: the patience of a ripening orange.
By all estimates, I am failing.
The idea of references are spacial.
A Farmer’s Almanac predicts an endless summer.
Strokes of lines turn a phrase.
Waiting in the shadows, salvation.
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