Is it when one is
it when one has
come along
Colliding.

have I in this presence,
set furylife
sun so hot
it evaporated
droplike
perihelion-love
ends Quietly. One apartment

above another and next
to another so that
for every life, we're
        given some other

i was going to escape
asking myself from what
i escape.

giving way to
Pebbles
scattered
 before my feet
escape
no possession

come barefoot
I, believing i chose
to walk barefoot.

But press
Sun  in  to  my  soles
is it then that
Sun so hot, evaporating,
Punctures at heel and toes
and other feet, in My steps Feel?

when thawhichis Unbearable
drifted along stones
dragged sun along dented-sky Just-
pressed to Stones --
                        Then fell
Tenuous footsteps ghosting
My feet.

my steps dislodge the
"Kept" of a few stones
which don't care, despite
the Reminder that Old things
Aren't the same as
simple things.

i don't understand "barefoot"
anymore. i never thought
otherwise, i only thought I
did.

Ghost-Makers (when I missed
the moment) made themselves

and can't be told:
leave weariness or
quit the
parody, they forget toward sun.

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