(kinship
hunger
and
Sunday
afternoon
and
Sunday
afternoon
exactly one year ago
the first/last poem
(of this design)
reminded me:
it is possible
to know meaning
only in its passing
matter of
trust or
rearranging
the things we
think we know
into a circle but
allowing the space
in the center the whole
in the middle to guide us
into a circle but
allowing the space
in the center the whole
in the middle to guide us
where
we are
already
already
the berried satisfaction of longing)
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