A drawing past
this field
to rest, the rest
an incident of falling.
If we are the window
the window is blind
and there are no
yes
words to be
found among these fields.
But to remove
the white side,
these eyes face
one way.
So if we are the window
then the window is blind
and there are
no
answers, we make–
A delicate escape,
blanket reception
a type of drowning
meant to
cast now
in field
design.
To hear you.
If we are the window
the window is blind,
and our rooms breathe
dust
about their singing.
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