Wide, short, narrow,
closed, long.
You said you were close
to that other dimension.
I need a cave with substance
narrow and obtuse –
the Deerfield flooding
captures thieves, apathetic glances.
Is this really a letter about true stories,
Or is it a letter about misconceptions, treatises, lies?
No, it is a letter about one thing.
I need a sun that delegates the mischief from misfortune,
And is it laughter that will hold it up – well,
they call it a drop in the bucket.
If it’s that glad to swallow it, what is your pride in calling them to roost?
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