Quandary

　　by Louise Mathias

　　 All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind.

　　 It was arranged like Iowa fields--

　　 not a damn thing missing.

　　 You ask how I survived.

　　 I lived on a message， broad light

　　 at the end of the world.

　　 Words， they have so much in common with departure，

　　 the clouds elliptical & nervous.

　　 Why translate？ It's just a revolving door.

　　 "Chill wind" has seven

　　 components. One is loss.

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