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Hardly ever showed it mixed up with

‘photograph.’ Who is that then?

A strange bandit with a tablecloth

behind her. Suppose it is he

whom she is courting, or

a ‘philosopher.’ Or gruesomeness …

None of it diminishing morning as such.

Thinnest film in the canopied air so animals

rut or flex fighting dissolution

as we say ‘Lord’ again, facing southeast.

Where ribbons the peach and violet

meteorological summa. My form bleats.

Incident reported over Chita Oblast, at 21:40. No other traffic.