structure.
hard things organize or block the mind from notifying heart of what elapses.
there are plays we will not replicate
to surface through a different lens the way we live and think.
consider home life as squeezed paraphrase
of scars carved into parts of buildings.
each gesture lives somewhere forever.
this photograph smelling of hard-boiled egg becomes unlikely
to repeat its impressionable appearance.
strictures, also, blanch the stilts.
and someone walks as something seems to walk.
apart from many noticings.
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