Tuesday, July 25, 2017


by laura sims from practice, restraint

one verdant minute

after the next, the love of the people

eludes him.

what does it mean? one thing unfolds

as a chain of things: the failure of making

a fantasy park

out of war

in an armchair,

the passage of hundreds of years

the loss of perpetual motion, the line

that proceeds

"a dark sky, and nothing but fire"

in his absence, the absence

of millions

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