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Jen Hofer |
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from "The denotative sky" The denotative sky through its frame is sky. Through its sky. Is sky. There is a boat in the distance. Curvature makes it possible. And collapse. How many ways there are. To pause. Lifting our necks to sound. I'd ask, how are you. I would not refrain. How the fast small birds. Do not shatter. How it emerges. Only to emerge again. I would infuse. We've resurrected the small words. It's a small boat, it's gone. Color is what lingers. There's a distance in the distance. Flying against the sky. They form a habit. I would say those clouds form a reference, not a pattern. Those birds. Nominated. Your eyes and what your eyes see and what. |