DEER LESSON
The Sun spilt Herself
Down—the Middle her Whole
Body—Hummed
(It's no lie God
Left—Your Animal, unexplained.)
Submerged—in a Sea
of Grass—A Splatter of—
Bluer
Turns the Water—to
Soft Fire.
As seen—over the
Horizon—of the World
Without—a Map
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MUSE METHODS
the sunlight more or less drags you
around the room by your hair it
more or less kills you with delight
to be no one's— you say to God what
is it I was born for when this
day yesterday is every day
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