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    Blurred World

    It has been here as long as I have I think, settling in the sand. The current drags through like a wind,  carrying small reef-building creatures to this outpost.   When I was a child it looked different.  It was a room then, the brass knobs spit-shined  and the drawers filled with carefully folded clothes;…

    The New Statue

                                     Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.   Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.   I’m no more…

    The Future of Nature

                                                  Being implies obligation.                                                          …