On Making It There
New Year
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a child carrying flowers walks
toward the new year
a conductor tattooing darkness
listens to the shortest pause
hurry a lion into the cage of
music
hurry stone to masquerade as a
recluse
moving in parallel nights
who's the visitor? when the
days all
tip from nests and fly down
roads
the book of failure grows
boundless and deep
each and every moment's a
shortcut
I follow it through the
meaning of the East
returning home, closing
death's door
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| -from Landscape Over Zero |
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