query notion clarity
gray morning, this one
gregarious in its whispering clothing,
curtain-behind the voice of its
presence
not yet vertical in
the awakening portion of these bodies’ abbreviated
translations . . .
why a sort of similarity to
the nakedness of a birth truly witnessed, each
sound of smile serenades the burgeoning of
wait
of what appearance labels
and the watchers—
they’ve music inward
swing saluting rhythm
hearing, viewed-full extract
and the whole of this morning’s elongated extending,
remember ?
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