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i left the state and this changed the moon, it changed the poem, it set a lonely star fixed low in the visual field for a long time and then a frowning sliver lit at the top of a long invisible line. it changed the sky where another line claims to own the river. it made the reverse view say welcome home. distance always wants the increase. the state doesn't care about my life or my death so here i am alive, four days live wire, four decades a curvature, i've driven through the crying opportunity and now i have to tend my eyes against more lines. the matinee went long due to breathing our breaths every way we could think of, we have a lot of thinking between us.
                                             whenever i speak i am speaking beloveds
                                                  and whenever i ask myself how is your heart i am asking you how is your heart. how is your heart when the sun cuts the rain in half to set the green hall glowing. how is your heart when the circle gets smaller and smaller. how is your heart while you put on entanglement's very long socks to roll you across the floor. how is your heart while you sit your quiet under the piano and also you when you notice the piano has grown two more legs. how is your heart when the distance between your hand and my hand is a moving thing. how is your heart with your back on my back when we're all of us melting us all the way down. how is your heart at melting. how is your heart lapping the room's persistent echo. how is your heart every time the voice says change from the collective knot's center, didn't we just arrive here where all our bodies keep all our bodies in place, where the hands pressing downward shoulders know the hands setting the solid angle of hips know the hand that catches the heavy head at its base knows the hands around structure's structure build outward so when we change the shape changes in agreement, the shape changes but not the knot, not the feeling.