You’re fired, Spirits.

Earth / Ambigue I sleep not

&  it works & rains / horses on

my house rode way / out breath

on the windows in sensitivities/ straps with-

hold me the whole exercise of rain

Turning the earth often / softening

surfeit earth. So dark /mingling

Amalgam /ohmygod /hockneyed

night I inch by

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