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rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence

                           is where and how I doing
                           pushed and buttoned and
                           lost as the particular
                           in a field so immense
                           that nothing happens and the
                           I have doing them
                           the clicks cranks and whirrs
                           that make all the progress
                           m e a s u r a b l e but the

                           is neither the blades of grass
                                          pretty as they all may wave
                           or the considered trees leaning
                                          tall as a magnifying glass
                           nor even the birdsong
                                          differentiated all across the lay lie and sky …





attention wormhole: while
doing & field & trees & wind wormhole: still waving!
identity wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
sky wormhole: bad sneakers