Milieu

January: interesting to diocese the corpse light that, thus oddly lovely,

there in peace. Had at no time seen (or it is felt once) that before.

January: single is forever an ending. forest-lands clouds. I could have

said wood-lands about the corpse. One can diocese through.

January: to use maps of the world: in this region and in other

countries children and women (these as always in particular)

are being discharge at like memory is discharge at in discussion of

ideas among those not upon the line but probably upon line, like

memory of those who have at no time been shot at.

January: point isn't that they don't let fly Identities find walls

and ears and arms missing. individual corpse is rolled over to diocese

what page of light to identify the corpse through now.

January: rites ending. My fane Breath. A migrant moon.

January: not going to make a faith of an reflected sound But one is

given a mirror. individual is given a ghost. single will give up only

the forgiveness: the rain, the wood-lands the clouds, the breath

of a friend.

January: John and I seeing something through sea's surface that

maybe we were not meant to diocese We mention his face after

two decades. We don't want to talk about it or walk about it.

The Coast Guard house literally in harbor at Provincetown,

waiting without rough weather/winter before being "shipped"

to Race Point.

January: camera. Window. Small joviality to see Grace in Chelsea

window. Windows where I could approach from is the thought.

Windows I know in a heart's organ of vision a heart's ear.

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