October 27

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After a fall
the margins of a bruise,

lilac, ugliness
is only contextual.

How quickly a state
changes, at full speed

and then fallen, been
befelled, complanate,

decumbent, laughing
at the slick night,

no pain, yet, just awareness,
again, of sublimation–

run, ran, running–
of location

relative to the hard
dark plane of sky.

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