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What Is Surrounded
<<2005-03-16 - 12:36 a.m.>>

A hundred different kinds of maybe and after Minnesota's bonecold (dear God, dear sweet God, but Chloë and I went out walking—ten miles, we estimate in conservative seriousness, in the single-digit weather) I am in my own apartment, it finally emptied of consciousness not mine (my family asleep, the friends gone) and what I am doing now is waiting because someone I want to kiss is on the subway headed for me.

I thought, in Minnesota, about surrounding the silence, and about why I cannot write poems right now. Surrounding the silence. (Salt of the earth, not in good form.) Penning it in with the planes of the phrases until some sort of circle is formed. With the silence, the full silence inside.

I flew over Manhattan today, into LaGuardia, and the city was bright like sun and steel and then misty like something unreal on a hill of distinctness. The towers of this city. The shadows of the clouds and of the plane, sliding away not under but ahead. Perpsective unfound.

(Surrounding the silence: yes I said yes I will Yes.)

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