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So let's say you're standing now standing stock still on the front stoop
in Saugerties digging the ambient sounds of nighttime
quiet rainstorm       whirring thousandfold cicada and
let's say your skin looks yellow in the mottled light
and sight             and sight is in itself
      diffuse too diffuse
and your line of visionary darkness
and difficult
You're staring at the house across the street the stream of lovely golden monsters
passing
and the yellow light and patchy shadow mute them
mute them dancing
and dancing
and suddenly, you're dancing

let's say you're standing like that stock still outside now
your eyes are closed now feel the length
the indentations and extension of your spine expanding
stretching backwards
filling what was void above you
and your hands,
and from your hands expanding
canvas dream hands hanging nervous
limp down by your side you feel
the energy that's pouring out
that's pouring groundward
grounded

posted evening of Saturday, July 28th, 2012
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Let's say you're standing on the sidewalk now
nervous you're shivering you're turning now to
head back home
And the streetlight reflected in the bakery window flickers past and it catches
your momentary eye
behind that bakery's darkened storefront hear sounds of work, quiet sounds, don't break but mingle with the stillness of Partition St. You turn your collar up and quicken your step.

posted evening of July 31st, 2012 by peter conlay

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