Nearness

Accession sounds sound in the face of the ground -- 
Give a smile to untold miles tiled into your nose --

Spaces trace paces as predictions: when can next to
become inflection's resection, removed at the moment

foment burbles oeuvre, curved like sufficient cubes
sunning together, running the weather, bellowing fun
at every floating feather bouncing the rock river blues --

Stop fields go the way meadows lawn snow: provers
that chaos rains after a particularly foamy pour

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