The Longitude
Woke
up by the stream
of
kind nature
I
had no recollection
of
a past,
this
was now,
an expanding
presence,
as
water rings made
by
a stone thrown into a lake,
till
it runs out of energy
sinks to the bottom
where other stones that,
used to be mountains rest,
and
there is
for the exceptions of
a few commas
unpunctuated
stillness
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