[poem]

[NOASIS]

“A void cannot be avoided”
32nd day, Desert Journal, ruth weiss

Bright bright things
Blurred fine and hard

The worst is not the vast
The worst is not the worst.
The thirst in the desert
Asks that only that what wanderer would.

Now there is not where.
All romantic inclination is a likely hill.
The lone upon the desert would

Give a kick to the quick
Called NOW for a come to called yes.
Let thick let
tongue thick-and-all
A gun in the hand –
Less than a guess and
More than a grain –
What would a rose if need?

She cane use like sugar cane can or hers is worse
As far as the eye cannot see.

See Rain to rain raining
Fall to fall fallen
The walk-around ceiling was your idea

You can’t make a bad move
Unless you got a bad motive

What would a rose if
Playing shine and darkly
Bone to sand
Sand to bone
There is
A vanishing point
In grief, she said

The walk-around ceiling was your idea

Bright than a guess and

Oh no oasis
No as is

Cribbed poem made up almost entirely but not but almost from lines from Desert Journal by ruth weiss.

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