ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 7

TRIPLE OUGHT
we have endured...


TURN OR BE TURNED
waking...


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I am...


WEAK
my ill-rising...


FIRST DAY OF SPRING A BLIZZARD VISITS US
this last snow's weight and power...


BOOK OF THE DAY
a version of no corrections...


SNOWFALL
a cancel of...


HERE, YOU
valley of the powerless...


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the minutes...


NOTES IN HIS OWN HAND
About the destroying condition....


NEIGHBORLY
our day...


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out of the door...


JUST BARELY
here it is difficult...


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quoted before I speak...


TRUE
time to notice...


POINT OUT
here is an impossibility...


COMPANY
there is a quiet before I speak...


HEARTENED
almost midnight...


IN PROCESS
giving thanks or sass...


CONTINUANCE
a face to look into for...


STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
fresh tears...


PRAYER
heart made of dirt...


MONDAY
the call to remind me...


JUST LIKE ME
trying to move sideways...


HOW IT IS
the old smile...


THUNDERSTORM LIGHTNING FLASHES
the storm's welcome...


THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AT LEAST ONE PERSON
a shell game in which...


FOR THOSE LYING WAKEFUL AS IT STORMS
thunder off in the distance...


4/22/96
press of rain...


CONSCIOUSNESS
what grabs it...


CLEAR DARK
there should be...


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see what...


START OF THE DAY
tight...


ADDRESSING YOU
if you are staring at me...


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the strange diction...


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3 a.m. an owl calls out...


WEATHER REPORT
showers and thundershowers...


NOTATION
I allow myself to be influenced. It is ...


WHEN YOU
arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you...


THEFT OF LINES FROM CERNUDA
Sleep...


10/20/96
my circles run through the woods...


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held up my empty secrets...


THE FEELING OF IT
North begins hereabouts...


TIME TO GO
winter light...


A PLACE
it closes to them...


CLOSING MY EYES
as I die...


STORY ABOUT SAFETY
the wind up...


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a voice in the room...


11/19/96
words rest...


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clouds form...


POEM OF SLEEP
sky mists...


MUSIC
a music that makes me...


WHEN I READ
I read to keep steady...


SOS
the page shifts no rest a sea...


NOW REMEMBERING
the rain cuts...


CARRIED
I give up on my fingers...


HAWK
strong hunter...


OVER AND OUT
crossing over the creek bed...

ROUTINE


Every morning, coming out of sleep into the stark surprise of
day, having roamed all night outside of myself in the empty
familiarity of dreams, I must put my self back into myself.
Before I get out of bed, almost before I blink my eyes. There
is a moment at first light, as I am about to do this, poised
between an emptiness and the not-yet-full, when I am no one.
In these few seconds, no one has his entire day.

     no one opens his eyes and listens
     no one stumbles downstairs
     no one takes in the news
     no one eats when he is hungry
     this will be repeated throughout the day
     no one cleans himself and heads to work
     no one works
     no one works till after dark
     no one goes home tired
     no one passes the time for a few hours
     a friend of no one calls sometimes
     no one has his accomplishments of the day to recall
     no one is ready for bed
     no one sleeps and may or may not dream
     and if he does dream may or may not remember
     no one's body stirs as the night pales away
     no one is willing to wake
     no one must become himself again
     but for a moment before he does
     no one is no one