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Something is coming
for both of us and

I know there will be a blue
night with a disc moon and
an undulating glittering ground come
January or come

sooner than that and I know that
the grass will go long and matted and be
full of asters and wet with
just a little bit of rot and the
smell alone of it will

make you know everything
you ever needed to know and

the restraint it takes to
accept the ice
and the asters

without going into a panic of
digging and digging with my hands a
hole in the sand that
fills and fills and fills
with waves and waves and waves

and caves in on itself

the will it takes
to know what I know

and to do nothing more than

wave hello
and remember your birthday
a little late

what excruciates me
about having anything to do

with you.