Pond Song 4.36

Coming to be is hyerbolic happening. . . . It is extremely difficult to think in this huper dimension on the other side of determinate beings.” GOD AND THE BETWEEN, 249

I wander these return__goldenrod over the beach rose
hot ripe smell of August__a part of what it knows

in the pond’s shallow middle__the placid upright egret
holds to the emptiness__Li Po’s decreative fit

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