Today is a day both rare and familiar. Tragic months before
another comes around. This will be the past that makes the
future proceed. Only what of the lack of true possession?
What of the decline spotted once again in our ascent, that
we heard in what was said in tired conversation on
sparkling evening? The altitude of pears? These figurations
were things seen by someone else in the branches and
leaves of a neighboring tree. I gave my life to waiting as if
asleep and my time was spent by others, observing me.
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