in fact
the postures were that
of a timid hound
a bit scared of the shadows
and the light that created
them how does it feel
to have to hear everything
so acutely as the invisible notes
smell the pies of houses miles away
see the bird in the camo
of the spring dogwood branches
feel the continental ridge
shifting before we shift
taste a grain of sugar
as it were a whole pop
it must be so intense
that one must need to sleep
all day long
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