FOURTH CORNER-STONE.


FINISHED WITH DEATH IN LIFE


(A furtively insensible glance beneath the foliage:
The dawningmist caresses the stones.)


Striding hidden through (the belonging pondweed)

Climbing over a rained creek (inside a soft misty rain)

Reading in raindrops on rose-hip; (my property)


I am clear. Clearer than wellwaters megin
I am clear on what is dead with this life.

Clear. Harder than Sorrow’s first tears

Clear. Cleaner than sustenance of real gladness



Clear.




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Written on 2023-09-10 at 15:12

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