Concentric concentration

knows to spend a whole life
reading a single book.

That's how long it takes,
no matter the page count
to comprehend what was meant
what's in the tent

versus outside
in the swirling sand
called a beach but really
forever desert gulch.

It's got enough sugar to be coated
enough warmth to be coded
into the ceded territory
whose ownership is like a context
that couldn't call itself language.

When a rock is a rock
ask for a rock
when rock is rock
listen for the rock.

If the glass breaks
someone threw it
and will have to
pay.

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