In the invisible places
where the first thoughts stir
This body and its ongoing history
Like a looked at thing
being turned in all directions
Suddenly looking
A swapping of shadows
glimpses through a sped-past wood
desperate to be poured and underfoot
and in the heart and keeping that promise
upon which the sunlight takes its bearings
Somehow smelling of a sudden entering elsewhere
Carrying everything; keeping nothing
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