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The night
after rains
or between
the aftermath
of imagined
white noise
between
the clock ticks
though its uncertainty
is like a god
you know
and you don’t
but the clock
keeps on
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The night
after rains
or between
the aftermath
of imagined
white noise
between
the clock ticks
though its uncertainty
is like a god
you know
and you don’t
but the clock
keeps on
incoming
out
of words
poems
read
wading
with no feet
before
birdcalls
of own
for own
incoming
out
of words
poems
read
wading
with no feet
before
birdcalls
of own
for own