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White Fog Words running across The page on mystic mouse paws In white fog of thought Backwards Canyons of waking In night hold rivers that run Backwards to the past Conscripted A scribe’s conscripted By what he writes, conflicted ~ Quill impresses will Autumn As leaves fly from trees I live the residuum Of all my losses Needles Me tree needles green Into approaching winter Noun becoming verve Birthwrong My birthwrong prescribed “Incompatibility” Wordless within me Night Flight Night flight diary Over obscurest ocean By grace of moon’s light Unsettled Always unsettled I travel myself as an Internal stranger Paris, 1952 I knew war was bad Before I knew what war was Wounds were everywhere Nest Full fathomless lies Bedeck the nest where I hide Myself from myself Craggy Craggy sorrow stone Was the face of my father Where I learned to climb Survey I cannot survey All I deny, wilderness Of hazards and hopes Papyrus Papyrus fibers Crowd together to make cloud To bear weight of think Rocket Poetry monster Rocket that’s its own orbit Flies free where it’s bound Post Post inquisition Come awkward expeditions Into stark of me Abashed Lifelines and lifetimes Of feeling spill out from me, Proud to be abashed Poor Horace Each of us becomes Monument to what we were Less lasting than bronze Jester’s Bells Meyer lemon tree Dangles green fruit, jester’s bells Swaying in the breeze Naked Breakfast How to solve for x In the algebra of need - Grin in the mirror Pain Field Death’s delicacy Levels the pain field as it Erases all doubt Earth Tones Sky is painted gray With lingering swathe of blue Mid-fall glows earth tones Fresh In the notes I sing I take note of myself, leave myself fresh behind