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To incant a spell
between the rush
of bodies, a primal urge
to seek out wild frontiers, to go,
flow toe to toe
with the forested bears
& in the singing to sweeten
that background noise.
To delight in coolest mornings
when the lone finch sings
for its mate
from the tree’s peak
that it thinks
is a mountain.
To be encountered
in all of this & this, straight
above that noise, in line
of sight with the horizon
& the candlewick burning down
to a low glow.
To unleash everything
that might have been,
a speck of radiation,
a silent overture
to that which never concludes
but rises
& rises
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