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A voice dazzled by light
cannot discern bright objects.

The work it does is a way
to become detached in any case

pushed toward a window growing into
sky and straight-away satisfied clouds

at the start of a venture
that is difficult to describe.

Secret candles of the desert
extract matter from old arrangements.

A certain motive is generated
by disharmony with a certain view.

You string the words you learn
from habit to a hotbed of your fervor.

You come to a number of unasked questions.
You stop and feed this army

with the concept of retaliation
encamped in a huge magnetic field.

At the center of an infinite report
you determine one thing.

All your pertinent company has to go
somewhere more effective than the usual

branch insignia would urge.
Watchdogs cover the earth they resemble,

quicker to set chill breezes
blowing back behind your research.

A blueprint pregnant with necessity
has been inverted across the board.

You see the mind sharing
in the body’s experience as if

it were an argument flooded with a light
that blinds your recent advance.

A gap appears in the language
between white and red, doubt

and something absorbed into the skin.
Deep suspicion brings tomorrow

through the high-born spirit
flattened by a cloudless character.

Listen closely from this perspective
spreading across two voices in one.

Walk the path and live for knowledge
that’s exasperated by what you see.

Mark the general theme of prayers
you lost through haste to question

every distance you must cover.
Hold the object of your gaze aloft

so both of us can watch it wrestle
with a freedom that doesn’t show.