Listen!
AROUND
the way the world looked to him
handlength by handlength a way of measure
confusion of black limbs cast across the early light
the day to come as a destination and the night to follow
as a failure to arrive
which will leave him as always stranded at an accident
between the start and the intention
the way to go hard to grasp the time spent counted by
surprises
he has found another point of rest and will sleep there
tonight
before morning under the final stars of night he will
awake and look out from where he has come
and yesterday's attempt what was foreseen and expected
but unachieved
will stand out suddenly from all else in his mind
as the place he might never come to or as a vision and
he will almost forget that at the time it was
exactly
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