to the ebb slow circumference
of flowing thought that laps
upon smooth sooth of coming
flat wet horizons rising to the plume
of gush hush wanting moments
endure
reci
rushing past banks of gathered
forgotten growth from undercurrents
refuse
obtuse of quickening torrents
storm
cantad el senor
I say maravillas
y Que hiso El
pluie ennui and
hizo para siempre
gave the air olvidar
heavy laden
often haven
alter entrails
a ce soir
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