thursday, the 12th of may
jars within jars contain beautiful things
beautiful things are loosed within clay
shards lie discarded, unchosen and ugly, in the build up of storm residue, from last night and the night before then, come in to the restaurant, inside we have such domestic brilliance, a cup of water
a cup of water is always very lovely, (he is outside and very happy)
the moon has begun again, outside there are flies, alive, outside, with a moon, somewhere there is water in all of this
he is among people who make jars
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