Evan Dutmer


Locus ille locorum


The place of places
a perfect plane at one hundred percent
zero degrees inside, a blank level mind
balanced on either side, perfect equanimity
that comes from the delights of pleasance,
the place of places, perfect amenable cold
on a yellow-blue sunrise, morning begins
over a little red town shivering,
blank, level, on a perfect plane

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