Things that flow rapidly up from downriver are light

The river’s bluff emerging into view is light

                                      Darkened rain outspread on the horizon

And leading toward it is a reach of water, tapering

                                      Slanted and unable to fall to ground

Falling and rising along its length under the fleet

                         Unable to pierce the ragged yellow beneath it

Extraordinarily like sound

Where Thomas goes

To pierce a welling of light things               alla terra

Abandonnata

(Leigh Davis, Office of the Dead, S VIII)

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