Happen

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Beyond my art all happenstance
teases with meaning at the edge of dream:
synesthesia, mimesis, toying with delusion:
the signifying wind in leaves and waving weeds,
the unceasing rhetoric of roads;

and how in contrast sudden and keen
intentions of insects impact that openness
more sharply than the neighbour shouting at his dog.

Through these seas of immanence, words
and purposes glide,  hidden Leviathan,
unheard, unguessed till leaping fall,
returning modulation come upon me,
to cadence, the tierce de Picardie;

and you reach the apparition of a page.

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