The deer are touching silence this evening

Their resplendent attention cannot possibly attempt to comprehend fate

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They wade to our car doors weightlessly

Hugging their apprehensions

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Through the rearview mirror we watch

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The horizon as though it were an open casket

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A crisp interlude of association

Will get you through this lane

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They’re whispering into our eyes

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Haven’t you ever studied an apple or an orange

Long enough to be like totally enraptured?

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Only an occurrence as innocuous as this

Or an acorn falling from its canopy for instance

Transports them to Elysium

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I know this

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Much is audacious to claim

But we were told to

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Repurpose the miracles within our temples

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Into practicality, to which I maintain

I haven’t the slightest clue how