The Innocence

Looking to the sea, it is a line
Of unbroken mountains.

It is the sky.
It is the ground. There
We live it, on it.

It is a mist
Now tangent to another
Quiet. Here the leaves
Come, there
Is the rock in evidence

Or evidence.
What I come to do
Is partial, partially kept.

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The Innocence