The poetry of drift is the poetry of journey and separation by slow degrees. Notice how the arrow swift sharpness of rift is decelerated by the letter d that trips forward, snags on the r and is sharply caught. Like stray wool of sweater on nail. A distance between things that unravels in slow motion — an unmaking, nameless and unstoppable as dark veil of clouds traveling across a radiant moon.

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