Or maybe to region here explains

how even those small hills—any
slight curved road, each fall &

rising up—become revelatory,
can feel something not unlike

revolution, not unlike how
we come to understand even

landscape’s lean a politic, that
spread of light, that always wide

& widening & what we know
to call horizon. What’s true &

keeps being so: against all this,
a reminder of scale, those real

proportions; how we’re made then
remade miniature backlit by sky.





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