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(I can't

articulate -)


We say, 'The river is endless.'

This isn't true.

It runs into a body of water.


We say, 'The sea is boundless.'

This isn't true.

It surfs from shore to shore.


We say, 'The sky stretches forever.'

This isn't true.

It extends from horizon to horizon.


// // // // // // //


O

spider,

speck above my head

- silk strand

- fragile line

Where does it begin


?


Are my forefinger and thumb

your inevitable end?


How do I measure


it -


squeeze & gone


.


// // // // // // //


Today,

she passed.


(Can grief be contained in a tincup ?)


What is its measure

- an orb

- a silk strand

- a forefinger

- a thumb.


(I can't

articulate -)


The sun fizzles

A bleached stone 

in a black sky


I drink from the cup __


it will be a lifetime

// // // // // // //

I will drink it forever

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