Moving On in the Dark Like Loaded Boats at Night, Though There is No Course, There is Boundlessness
Master, then This—I crossed my father’s gate. Once, I walked into the northern lake Dazzled by the lubricious feel of old botched Leaves. When he died, he went on like a loaded Trout stream—toward a Body larger than this one Is, wading hip-high in the loaded…
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