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(I am here)
.   and it pushes me

and the snow falls
and the rain falls
and the blossom petals fall
and the roses stain
.               my hand red

.         and it pushes me
.         and it pushes me

and leaves creep
and branches swing
and (I taste heavy/feel invisible)
.                            rot from farmers’ fields

.                     and it pushes me
.                    (and I stumble)

and in the eternity behind
me, something falls (I
.                     turn but cannot
.                     look back and
I snap twigs                   and
I crack leaves                and
I break fruit off trees, trying
to run, falling)

.                                       and it pushes me
.                                       and it pushes me
.                                              to a cliff

.                                       then—
.                                       silence
.                                       stillness
.                                       save
.                                       an ebb

(through the rocky shore.)

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