The Innocence
--Robert Creeley 
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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