FROM AND TO my first eternity the woods blossom around me I keep walking for movement is possible though not duration from stump to stone to stream I exist in all the stations of my walk at once the woods are full of me and my confessions and the patience of those who listen and I am so full of confession I do not see the cliff edge till I am in all parts of my fall at once lips moving to recite everything I fall from and to
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