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Kate Fagan : two poems
from the sequence return to a new physics |
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crossing flowers, a morning becomes instantly red and yellow a trade of perfectly animate matter what is it about narcissism that suggests only deserved loss as an option, when detailing the space of conflict is possible and exquisite? saluting air, contesting vacancy, we sift and pull among calm strings of zeroes ¶ & each time the moment falls the emphasis of the moment falls into time differently continued presencing if not the present these caring accretions, the life that has gone acknowledged as detail, repeating in place each time the tongue moves it moves into time differently doing, undoing a bundle of precisely-wired blue & this & this appearing |
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