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| z | that fuzzy depth, running along a live green wire, thorns poised and dripping, random light drips again, pooling out of view, the light rises as it evaporates, hazy waves passing, smooth but undulant, vapor of seeing, carried on breath stroked air, carried on my voice, carried on the hum and static, carried away now, and i kneel in the dim, waiting for the luminous rain to fall, and stops | 141230 |