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The silence of these woodland ways bears witness
to language as an interference pattern:
a twist of the crystal a sense of fitness
expresses, and words happily here absent,
of what comes over, mute as earth and grass;
or trees that nearby loom, refineries
in their dimension that all who here pass
through tutored feel; the mental faculties
broadly engaged, in terms a child or dog
absorbs, and understands whose vast extent,
whose detail; and reacting to unclog
some tedious state where rules do not relent;
and running away from is all that's done
with everything here that's under the sun. |
