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seas i swim back
& forth
& back again toward an empty
promising airbubble;
taste the two kinds
of summerfruits; untelling
unfeeling --- hunger on
as if yester
day or a thousand
years ahead & beyond
& be
yond
er
hugging my dead
grandfather & grand
mother & falling further
b a c k---
before the true
mean[ing] and the true
see
ing between the two
appointed moments
you gather pieces
of yourself; being here[s]
& there[s] & where[s]
e v e r. . . .
n o w. . . .
live[s] ago & years after
we met each other in each
other’s faith
fulness;
it means almost no
thing & every
thing we know
we’ll never
know
a bless or
a curse
??
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