O blue mountain
beyond is here, is limned
from the rest of it
luxuriant blue activity
the dolorous blow
sent through three kingdoms
three tones, a duck’s foot
imprinted on the soul of
matter. Held fast
to the quack of it.
What tracks did you leave
scanning the horizon
that I followed them
and found a you here
as if anyone with eyes
could be unassuming.
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