my thoughts leap
out of the blocks
there is no pistol
---
the images i know of you
are mostly still
yet i walk with them
across ancient lawns
now a dim cedar sea
---
i was here before
when we blinked existence
and believed in myths
of progress and apocalypse
of buying and fixing things
---
i was here before
when we were
relearning love
and all that is all
---
we were still unsoaked
with boundlessness then
and bet on a dog named death
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