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If You Listen
All Will Be Silent
The Apocryphal Dance 
begins at Midnight
and becomes a Night Song
But/If You Go There
take Money
Time Eats Your Words
and you’ll Leave Something Unfinished
Finitude ends by The Mill 
at the End of The Road
and the Descent
ends as a Shadow
Between Us
in the Still Moment
Adrift In a Dream

Take This
instead of a Bottle of Wine
to the Tag Sale
at the foot
of the Taconic Hills
overlooking the Promontory
by Long Pond
Where I’d Rather Be
Teasing the Line
while a Red Umbrella 
 makes an Impression
on the Lambent Sheen
suspended on Breath

Time Makes No Difference
and If You Go There
in Aura of First Light
Take the Long Way Back
where a Bloom Buds
On Edge
Before Time Becomes Light

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