Unanimous Horizon
– for angels and bp
Nakedly, those letters tectonic stability, problematizing triangulation. The resultant parallax creates poems in the sky for the old gods to ride. Mother reaches into the limestone for a new coat of paint. That escarpment carves itself from memory, the imagined landscape. It trembles ahead in the heat. Calgary finds us less wet. You are swimming in the dissipating concentric circles, in the waves off the asphalt. To be silent surmounts the domestic urge to run. How to translate the breaking of branches?
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