723
No finite or measure
Nor quality of distance lies
In ghost memory shared.
A cramped potential once
Awaited to unfurl--
A single point, a fingertip
Sufficed to one from nought entire--
Tho now the key's withdrawn,
Its undimensioned image still
In a mutual space resides.

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As if the day were new
And the world within it,
Habited in welcome chance.
Intention's gloss was in the footnote
Of tree shadow,
In the draft and reveal of a subway grate,
In the reflection upon a square of glass.

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Bone religion in sap;
Punctus contra punctum:
Dessication.
A human song--
The drought-bleached armature,
The marrowed sun.

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Time's sleeve's cut to my length,
In one suit the first and last--
All measure in this fold's surmise,
And at that seam the heaven's edge.

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