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flats rest in someone’s eyes out west blossoming if ever green and salty or fern caught under paw if hue and strength remembers the moss a lumber pile slash or bark shavings and granite shield together remembers it’s all flat they rest and wonder all along the blossoms and we rest too on the granite hear the salt and ferns surrounding how they smell the friend often shifting dirt maps outside calculations and outside landscape the real calm of an un-calm sleep the countenance I give whatever once in space and the time clears perhaps some lumber stack repeats beside the road we are full in our skin it’s all stretching not foreign no I cut or even soften |
