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Time isn’t anything
what i know is this,
i wake up
and there are things to be done
and somehow,
somehow,
Tender
Vine is an entry
crawling and predicting
i anticipate
that climbing
is witnessing myself.
Baggage
Find
me
ahead on the tracks
know i
am there
know the shape of my back,
Pullman sleeper
or strain to see
my face as it were.
Dining
Though i had missed her,
do you think she saw me as she looked to
the earth below?
will i be made of her memory
when she thrashed a shadow onto 30%
of Los Angeles
at 11:23 am?
I am running and
calling after you.
I can only hear
emptied traces or
my own message left on the
line,
singing
back.