skies of upside down birches
are good enough
a rabbit on piano
thumping pedals
as the pine needles fall.
Until the shape comes
lets us wander over the dead
and among the living
counting for the searcher's eyes.
Make my infinity
fit into a single glass
may I find the table
watch the squid's ink
fade across these flickering screens
clouds where I parked my car
and left an open door beaming.
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