he saw the light flowing across
the kitchen table,
all quiet as the goldfinches
bobbed noiselessly
on the goldenrod
it was, 2000 the end of the end
we were still here
any one wondered as to how
the images continued and alternated
the narrative rambling
to the symbol height, the ordered
abstract direction winding round
renewed, then investigated
sacred revolving
down to profane
from that eternal and universal
term, to every day
sight, the flower there
now in the SUN, increased
that sublime, come down
he was down and out, hitching
on Road Movie
the desert washboard
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