A black fly is crawling. And as well across my screen
Are leaves-antique sense, antique
Word-falling. A girl
Walks up from the infinite point of perspective,
Closer; passes in the unending alley
What may be named the point
Of Most: of most emotion, most rejection, and
Most recollection; continues; leaves
Continue falling, the black
Fly continues diagonally crawling. Oh,
Abstractions, Figures, Closing, Soaring, Short-
Coming, Falling, Being Void, Being
Not Here—Abstractions, Oh as in my father’s
Litany in the damp church, have mercy, being
Us, and to us our whole time calling.
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