Integration

entering into this dudgeon of magical
possibilities we hear a forking trigger mountains from
within the brain and we can’t help but remember

where we are—looking out a window onto the sun-rise
as it bursts forth orange, as oranges deliver
skin to the rind of their rope without a body tied, history

finally releases its ghosts

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