As being is to begin.
Laid down among the signs a self assigned. Decided it was only ever
upward unto nothing, grass and wildfl owers, each stem the very thread
of trembling, as little weight as color on the eye. Th ere was an order you
could choose to enter, another, in doing so, to leave. You were, as before
a river or tree decides to branch.
- Brian Teare
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