I get held up on a walk

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What happens when we go for a walk?
A kind of floating in the world,
you might say a “stream” of being,
only nothing we meet is a metaphor.
Just opposite – we say we “clear our heads.”
Things and beings approach and
pass in lost choirs of now and then
refusing to be up taken, everything
on a shaky foundation, no under-
standing that does not meet blankness.
What we sought, slides along the edge
of vision. Turning toward it
we find the best absence of all,
everything on an improvised foundation.

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