Mar 1, 2013
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Intangible the things we know for sure
Dusty silica clouds over Europe the very same day
We brought our baby home His second Too yellow
For comfort Too sleepy Just sleepy enough
For us to sleep ourselves That was last night
Today the clouds shift Outside shifts Rain and shadows
A mezzotint glow Then no glow Heart or soul
Exactly seven pounds of civilization
Hematochrome and skin and bilirubin
Yawns blinks and can’t make up his made-up mind
The atmosphere can’t keep its own eyes open
We can’t keep our own eyes closed
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March 01, 2013
