it is all there
it has always been
in that bird’s eye
in the light behind that tree
telescoping the long shadows in the snow
the orange-hemmed giants in the sky
it is all here
and has always been
even when forgotten, blindly
my hands full of words
my thoughts suspended
weightless in abstraction
it is all here
my gravitational force
my day reborn
my moments shuffled
into rediscovered forms.
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