19 March, 2012

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             the low sun, this morning, is a test of your vigilance
             frowning in the line of the day

                                                                in camera  :  a pin-hole

                                                                squint

                                                                navigation

                                                        the pity of your stamina

                    will you
                       hunker down, no shelter in the plane surface
                                                                  of the day
                                                      eyes         are points of reflection     on the
                                                                                apple-white sunrise

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