And So, How Does One Learn How To Drown?
                    Like the blossom of the cherry tree unfolding from its good 
 
offices light falls out of spring green within the lung an unclasping 
                                which runs under water:  one hears singing in the silt.
 
Humble lectors in a labor of notice:  the skin goes 
                                                   brown and blush and earthly—
 
                                                            and wishes oh be and
                                     let not:  not—,  yet:  no hindering.
 
I cannot choose my treasure:  Thou shalt—and thou 
                           Shalt—
                                          In the long grass and scrub I am shoring
 
My portion and loose papers.  Settling raw.  Shambling into sunken                           
                          traceries.   And splint.
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