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i am darling when i see daring

sarah vap

hence, m.c. escher waving a list
of ways to relate

alighting from the list is a braid, at the root
of the braid is brain formed in mountains. mountains due

north of my hopes for the future.
my past: marbles the blue of world-peace -- cusping

hairsbreadth-rings of the moon. engulfed within, to engulfing
the maple with brown birds instead of the helicopter

seed-pods. it’s trunk is the dreams

i can’t remember, everything i’ll never remember stacked
or spooning. at the tip of the tree grows my belief

in believing
that the braid is reforming. it’s spanning the fingers of escher swatting

the mountains, commiserating in their sleep.