if you could stand

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if you could stand

on the surface of the sea

be a tinpot Jesus

on the surface of the sea

you would see  

for three point one miles 

in any direction

you would be 

the ruler of all 

the fish in the ocean

the line that separates earth from sky
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the line that divides all visible directions

three point one miles  

in all directions at once

with a five foot seven

tinpot Jesus standing still

Imagined Geography 1: Montana Song

bounded by perfect

four solid walls

north south east west

one good window

bounded by perfect

one endless road

nowhere each way

but away, away

here in our place between

zero and one

love me from here 

to the end of that sun

here in our place between

before we die

love me from here

to the end of that sky

if you ever leave me

but you will never leave me

but if you ever leave me

I will be in every reflection

I will be the ghost in your night 

I will be in every direction

I will be, I will be, I will be

but you will never leave me

bounded by perfect

surveyor lines

fences and rails

the horizon

bounded by perfect

circular sun

hard solid earth
plain hard sky

Are you picturing distance?

Are you picturing distance,
perhaps some other hills,
and the hint of water there?
This is what I thought.

This landscape is
photons, vibrations,
the inhalable molecules
of life on the air.

This landscape is
brochures and other ephemera
your mother received from
chambers of commerce.

This landscape is
the 'grey' and the 'white'
I have written on a plain
sheet of white paper.

This landscape grows
more distinct now, rolling
over the hills of the
thing in your skull.

Are you picturing distance,
perhaps some other hills,
and the hint of water there?
This is what I thought.