Some promises to the world
Delivered
When you get to the ocean
Turn around,
Look into the camera
Where else is there to run to?
The view from the river: Ezar
Bandits of bear limbs
Climbing out of rocks
The skin holds the water
And keeps it there.
The cure and the oblique
Overlook more raking paper.
Titling toward the web
Where spiders make their own progress.
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