forfrets
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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