in a landscape

isn’t the point ever over?

into feeling and then

an us and is

like whalen, decoy,

this book ice cream of shifting

poetry glaciers

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we stop
looking at death

begin to indulge

ridiculous ideals

the crunch laid out

Nordic grammar

those pebbles!

shore where Muench
and Munchkins lurk

The beach makes a stand
for its strange marriage