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Apr. 5th, 2007 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionHow do I know I didn't put them there,
Those back high places rimmed out from my mind
With snowflake foliage off delightful vines--
Weaving in on blue as that on black--
And angled meadows nooking novel mammals
Watching me from all 'round while I watch them all 'round.
Because the falling off is sensible.
One step they all fade back for each thing else that happens.
The snowflakes blue away, the blues black out
And blacks pass back behind those blacks and on.
The creatures close their eyes and drift away.
Those back high places rimmed out from my mind
With snowflake foliage off delightful vines--
Weaving in on blue as that on black--
And angled meadows nooking novel mammals
Watching me from all 'round while I watch them all 'round.
Because the falling off is sensible.
One step they all fade back for each thing else that happens.
The snowflakes blue away, the blues black out
And blacks pass back behind those blacks and on.
The creatures close their eyes and drift away.
