an arrival hauled over
a slowness delivered
we are here in Tibet
a hereness we were always inside of
a handful of kind air
where is the elsewhere in the world?
trees from a field of marsh
she?
barks waddling in a half circle
they we tethered by old rope
to
How can you decide a
mountain?
estranged cows
Face up the mountain
Press my face up to the mountain
along the highway they're
Faces against the mountain
nippled haystacks
and they we walk in mud
You forget to breathe
or your breath is still
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