in the physical forming
these most ephemeral arise
but only thoughts survive
thoughts that surround the ruin
of Rievaulx or the flight
of a sparrow into dark woods
or the old cities of thoughts
their rich and poorer neighborhoods
their canals and empty warehouses
beside the great oceans of thoughts
torn loose from their moorings
raging or exhausted drifting alone
or my small thought of you
forever singing some tune
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