My boundaries are blurring; or
My boundaries are overflowing; or
Vibration, extension, random quick and random movements
You can be a patent clerk and still everything will move about
You can sit in a chair on a porch and the gentle machine-gunning of the cicadas will flow
Poems are full of words like staccato because the Modern Age
Because the Modern Age started more than a hundred years ago and didn't see many machine guns and is long gone
Because equations are necessary fantasies
Because seagulls in South Carolina are nothing like birds in Virginia but are also birds
Marshland is the best land like a pound for pound world champion
It's a show
As in it's all a show
It's August
As in it's no longer July and not yet September and you can think all you want about the once-were giants or all the things bees are up to this time of year or how fast melons and gourds are doing their thing because Autumn is right around the next bend
This is a good seat
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