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unresolved . in a complex, you taught: root hog or die. what can we do but imagine, that our life described in whatever instant of thought becomes image (as the picture of me, the baby, in yr arms you sitting on the root cellar door with . . . time ahead. this time that I now inhabit to cancel my days. . no image/ in truth no subject but time that contains our demise so that my attempt at the invitation to place a letter in the grave - I found, instead, a botched copper horse bulged in a desert scape that I tooled in an early grade; you had it copper to last forever. I tacked it to my wall your empty grave grieving, grieving the resolve of the unresolved & only this outside guess at your thought: the conscious measure of each shallow breath, pressures anxieties, indignities, embarrassments, false hope "I'm in my second childhood" |