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Show BEYOND THURSDAY Your eyes were seeing beyond the walls and islands of books last Thursday's wilderness climb-evergreen woods and high rocks: you vowed, when your moment came you'd not make a mess of it like that poor fool Berryman but wait, fall soundless asleep over the edge of the most remote pinnacle you could carry yourself to, until no one would ever find you„ Knotted to tight fear of loss while here you stand beside me I share that final Thursday, its blue thinning as you reach upward past pines, up split-faced eruptions of stone, with no need to remember outcrop or ridge to set foot coming back again; only the call of sky and wind pulling you, the urge to climb out of world, be done and be damned with it. You tell in life-haunted words |