forfrets

it was was a translucid partition
between consciousness here
below: forfeiting all things-

light
she goes back over:

world of the world

of the calendar
for that year tries

to work out when she must have come

back how long she must have come

back over

the superiod

of the calendar
for that year tries

to work out when she must have

come back how long she waited

voice-and

suddenly a tiny birdshit whorl
hard brick dust flakking its
it was a translucid

partition

between calendar
for that year tries to work

out when she waited for his voice
and suddenly a tiny bird

shitwhorl
hard brick dust flakking its it

was was a translucid partition
between

the conscious paradise
and suddenly

and a tiny bird

shit whorl hard

brick dust flakking its translucid partition
between the calendar
for that year

tries to work out
when she waited for his
calendar
for that year

tries to work out
when she must have come

back

how long she waited

for his voice
and suddenly

a tiny bird

AnnMarie Eldon


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