draft of unfinished poem

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I believe I existed

as the blink of no one's eye

I woke unknown my face

familiarized only by sunglasses

by all the sun allows to follow me

like the shadow I am

the blink of no one's eye held me

for a mote moment

orchard articulate

rose wise

my eyelids were

carrion wafers

I was the blink of no one's eye

delighted to be the blink

of no one's eye under

so many eyelids or garage doors

pleistocene ferns burst from oiltruck vents as

I pull my old blood over me

and enter
the blink of no one's eye

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