there are many signs to m’ville but no town itself
it is
one hill after another
lately, i'm unable
though the outer world is so captivating
in this morning i could sit in the sun
this april has no secrets budding,
only the mud of yesterday it snowed
a host of my own thoughts which
are deeper worlds than any
i am enamored, anyway with the hills
i am just, resting
on the road i had the strange thought i may not love anything
life is to invent a want and hold
death as i was coming away and then back towards
and still to go on differently
on the back of the sunday freight
to return to that stone i sat on, telling you this is where i began
like sin, moths that swarm
along the banks
now that it is warm,
we can grow nothing and let the world do the rest,
turn green and etcetera
i know in living i grow fainter
like a body
resting on the unsentimental river
carried down, that is something
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