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Onemana Detail
It’s here where seeds find their loopholes
on loamy crags and flaxen sand folds like quilt that circadian rhythms adjust and the straightened sea as a despairing child grown quiet nests in my mind a surrogate dream
In the blood’s heraldic company I scan for pipis
stilted shapes of ancestors fizz against a bright world they’re pushing forward as exiled salmon that sip faint headwaters I’m thawing according to some zeroth law
no corvine pines no dark at winter’s throat
just shellfish in their salty sockets small orders weaving magnetic miles yes dive for paua yes try a million shades of green and blue skyward the wind shaking the clouds out
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