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Thursday, September 21

by blinking by

alone along lines
counting on beams
backroad a katydid
what acute darkness does
to lighten up trees
in electric silhouettes
comes to a sudden halt

where crickets talk of art

piano keys compounds
harmonic isosceles
north is nothing south
has or wants
instances of limits lifted
digits with insight principled

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