Pond Song 4.14

the heteronomous community that is agapeic service

 

I swear by the old pond__black hole of the weekend

pure distance on everything__geese fly over and blend

 

yodeling echo silence __March sun rakes the beach rose

innumerable light-lashed thorns__here and there a hip glows

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