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China Traces

Charles Wright 

Nature contains no negatives.
						Nothing is lost there,
The word is.  Except the word.

In spring there is autumn in my heart,
My spirit, outside of nature, like slow mist in the trees,
Looking for somewhere to dissipate.

I write out my charms and spells
Against the passage of light
						and gathering evil
Each morning.  Each evening hands them back.

Out of the nothing nothing comes.
							The rain keeps falling,
As we expected, the bitter and boundaryless rain.
The grass leaves no footprints,
					the creek keeps on eating its one word.
In the night, the light assembles the stars
								and tightens their sash.
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