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               chick peas, seeds,
               ginger
                    : I eat nouns
                      like air

          
(substantial at the ends
                       of the day, a window
               to look back from

                    
—some green
                                 (not artificial)
                              for once

                   and not again—nation
                  supplants its principles,

          
“change” from act
          to thing, an export

                   
     as want or
                    bombed-out haze

     

full of air is empty,
     but lungs
            crystallize,
           don’t refract

             
             words are corners
            or fenceposts




something is clear?  then
it can’t be seen.
             what’s known
     is noun, then gone