Secularly Bone
By Archived Story
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How large might I say forever is from here?
How starred might the blank night be without us?When I last looked back at the river I felt its weeds at my ankles and knees.
When I took up the dim waters in my hands I feigned that interest;So, with that in mind, I demand to know where the indelible never is now?
Is this all you’ll tell me, from the bottom rung of a very high ladder: How now?How might the air breathe, how might the pine break, or the mud lift?—
The birch marks the cardinal in the …



