from The great dive

1.
You cannot separate it and say

this
startling sunlight

attached to clouds, the rain, the moon
cyclones, atmospheric pressure

intensity
if you are a woman on the street
a man in the mountain

the girls, school dreaming future
naked under cruel fixed glance.

You draw with startings
you break even a filament and form
part of destiny

the leaves are unhappy, tomorrow.

No wonder it obtains thunder.

It’s easier to cry for finished innocence
and the newspaper.

To cry harder.

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