Minor Adjustment in the Firmament

It seems to me,/these numberless pages I’ve recorded/absolved God of all,/ in just one smear./Here is where I sense what I render./Moment to moment,/perched and tented,on rocks;/many swarms of eyes and zeroes,/presences created by my own presence,/confessions awash in green ink.

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