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coele-syria.i fell. we became made
of inattention or absorbed space—
hailed imitations. so i abandoned dirt and fate.
our roads have filled, becoming an absence
and civilization all the same,
gathered sentences for stories to shape our states.
not all we winter winters underground,
so the call for an expanse. our moon is airborne
electricity, will soon cool; our streets fail by plane-line
fatality: what we leave behind and what is left of us
are related questions. we are replaced by the same dirt,
used to mass with perfect authority— our nakedness
was necessary, common,
still bleached from the wreck. so we orphaned destiny (us
progeny of voyagers, traders, the imperfect priest).
i ask entire questions to take this space alone, a kind of
violence that stretches around. we gathered to pick
cities and their rains, a formula for growing
it out. i fell for my mountains, so long ago.
they fell from my home.