the conda navy, the conned navy, the conned knave, the fooled fool, in the fall of snow
it is a fine, dry powder of snow, a storm of sand in white
bouncing and clattering as the ground meets the grounds and so
a hissing singing static roar
never beginning or ending but being
as though it has never not snown
there are muscles of this body too which sing
of soreness or of use for what is soreness
what is use
what are these names of anterior and oblique,
of seizing and of releasing
there are those withing me
I have forgotten
how to hear
yet
there they are
even under the snow
the roots of things
are waiting
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