now you see me now i fly
what you cannot think
i dream of a constant
beginning
will be your life
in broken records
in babies’ mouths
in water i can’t
even we say
again taking
turns online
& laughing with
the relief of it if you
are what i cannot
think then be here
o god
for the life of me
i just–––
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Inspired by the final line in Cal Bedient’s poem “Clouds of Willing Seen in the Bird Day”: “What you cannot think will be your life.“
