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Leaning against the stone wall ragged
I began to accept my past and, as I accepted it,
I felt, and I didn't understand:
I am bound to everyone.

Though distant from home the ravens
More closely flock together.

In a circle of fish:
Another blue abstraction.

What I mean to say is,
I am not sure I will ever
become the person
I had hoped, or forgive
myself the inaccuracy
of estimation.

Something seems to say
Here, every trace of us ends.

What construction to lend me
In the moment when I would not
Recall the song I was to sing?

in my narrow recollection
we lost sight of land together

through failure to keep the shore
we labored across the open water

kept to method of nothing
but counting stars

I may never know who I am.

Last night's lopped moon
Couldn't put into words
The ink around it.

If there was rain,
It was incessant.

If there was wind,
I walked into it.

If there were stars,
Suddenly they were more
Typic, ever brighter
In a sky that was trouble. . .

You do not know
How little I loved
Before I loved you. . .

I was the girl
Who refused to marry.

In the totality of sleep
We dream together.

One wolfbane bloom, iodine-hued, rising on its stalk
Into the luster of air: June really isn't June anymore,
Is it? A glacier's heart of milk loosed from a thousand
Summer days in extravagant succession,
From the back of my tongue, dexterous and sinister.

Ugiuvak/King Island; The Dissolve of Voices; Ivory, Stomach, Bone; On Either Side;