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What: A fragment(ed reply). Or, a vision in a dream.
When: Time simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all bugs in amber.
Where: That dome in air, that sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
Why: There is no why.
This is Just to Say
I have organized
the thoughts
that are in
my brain-box
and which
I was probably
craving
to have sent already.
Forgive me (for their delay)
they are seditious
so Geat
and so bold.
As soon as I finish writing a paper, grading some papers, lesson-planning, and matting my students' artwork for Friday's exhibition, I'll make sense of my thoughts and send 'em your way. I, too, move in geological time.
Patience is a virtue or whatever.
In a vision once you saw,
A damsel with a dulcimer
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