from "The Present," a really beautiful set of opening stanzas:
You step from the bus into a sequencing tool that is moist and carries the
scent of quince
You move among the eight banner-like elements and continue to the edges
of either an object or a convention
And in Cascadia also
As in the first line of a nursery rhyme
Against cyclic hum of the heating apparatus
You're resinous with falsity
It's autumn
Which might be tent-scented or plank-scented
Their lands and goods, their budgets and gastronomy quicken
You want to enter into the humility or limitations
Coupled with exquisite excess
You walk in the green park at twilight
You read Lucretius to take yourself towards death, through streets and
markets
In a discontinuous laboratory towards foreignness
You bring his prosody into your mouth
When you hear the sound of paper
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