S a r a G i l m o r e —

from Immediately ocean over and over

[In many ways]

In many ways, proof of discovery and occasionally July lists would go away from one another. 
A container, screening, questions the workers searched all over dead farm silken farm 
and how to use heaven to break heaven in time. 

From each other the cicadas, rapidity, won surfaces and repeated use 
red for red: and this, a going away like outwardness,

association or allowance for long grasses, as it was seen returning in duplication or going away like blood having blood: you asked me even though in time you didn’t have to know.

[Soft spoken, what came]

Soft spoken, what came, and they led into a field, the conclusions I may have decided and to listen like debate, a paper cup like a thing in removal of descent: the thing is it is happening to you.   

In the middle of the surface, by which it had come to be structured, 

I could lead a man away and what came constantly, constantly literal 

as irrigation, as plaintive cry its trust 

of drops less to less, beneath the earth. A decision flew, was speech and flying over the fence: one day I awoke and found myself, clarity copied out in lush restrictions, and would it be allowed, authority; discursively bearing out the weight that I was climbing with up the hill under the blue sky.  

[How I’d arrived there]

How I’d arrived there, I didn’t know; it was being seen like a quality
synchronous, unhindered and to remain in the passage of doubt. Some things come on in immediacy, the platform of the same instant, its gathering, if in the tops of the trees, the larger tree, the descent through enactment and formation the same instant

could be disconnected, coming on in gold and gray. The take of access where I’d thought 
nothing so wide or consequential as looking straight ahead, I’d thought that of effect,
of effort at the end of configuration, spirals so wide living out in the year; how the encasement 
of all colors 

can be indefinite at material, can prepare the ground. So repetitious in direction and quality, 
how I’d arrived there, what I was holding on to.

[Resistant or similar]

Resistant or similar, succeedingly where the sun and rust fell softly, made capable remediation.
A mixture as if the answer could reach low and even to the black flies, the tenderness of leaves, and the more complicated the story in that one you were able to haul the force of action, 
to have been true and run. 

Just to lift things to an angle, the specific wind response picking up a lower anger
or flower out of it’s with you, and something that didn’t make it. 

In many ways and this wakefulness, I remember a rate, the version lastly
indistinct hovering there without the need for purpose.

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