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Remains of instantaneous
birds, reception and their perch

from through the imagination when in flights
and white rains as far

as the faraway could imagine--
mountains and the nestling young in the without

name storms, which in the shower
I picture as immediate, outside

and overwhelming, too much
for even the cedar-- breaking in the persuasion

and the being born of everything from
smoke through creation in flame--

and we of course both there
at the start of all nakedness, break of rain

and the soaring swan, reception and his perch
of which we've dim remains--

and why you'd expect more
I couldn't possibly know-- or even care.

alsaba