I come from a world
where I wear
one sweater.
the sweater is made
of a presence of color.
it is composed of a single fiber,
that still exists as growing
on the animal of its making.
for I am from
the field of its grazing,
the blades of its intake,
the roots of that absorption,
in the grounds of its chemical exchange,
on the earth of this display of composition.
where there is occupancy as matter.
that is all you need to know,
for a now.
okay . . .
what about, now?
what do you need
from know,
that you haven't,
with memory's escort,
already learned?
okay then,
what now,
are you about? . . .
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