An Excerpt? A Poem? A List?

I am sorting through my old paper journals (journal, she says--by which she actually means a conglomeration of diary entries, sermon notes, doodles, story planning, and commonplace book), looking for some writing-related stuff, and I keep running across things I don't remember writing, but am sort of glad I did.

Here's a thing I wrote:

do not go gently into that good night.
three fireflies
the pillars of Genesis
apocalyptic sphinxes
the dead country; welcome
Ephesus

darling Heliotrope
do not tell me you are alone
the trees encircle, dancing
delighting

I own the circles
which is to say, nothing

I offer to you this black candor
belong, let us belong

single circular movements
circular
not circular
circular
not circular
circular
not circular
three anticlockwise uncircular sixteenths
sixteen
the number of of of -----death

calotypes
the movement of three phases
developing in the sun--
delicate images of colonialism.

the wish to do something new is
the stone polished god

I desire calotypes.

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