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a stone bleached by the distant frond of light from a
you know sense is about the opened eye, the turned
the hand reaching, the nostrils inhaling, the mouth
sense is not gained by rocking shut
a stone torn from its muddy hold by the distant curve
of air let loose by a dying sun’s implosion
in an uncharted galaxy beyond
the power of human telescopes
sensation, that which is the coolness or the heat
on the body, or the noxious odours of a fish-laden boat
passing below one’s respirative source
a stone is hammered into two lovers kissing by the
hands of a melancholy sculptor.
what are you?….