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From POST-
I'm fuel
For felling I'm
Deadfall
In heaven
I'm plastic Somehow
Where the melting sun
Only one time
In thousands
Makes of me
What swells
Then subsides
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You were always a murmurous forest
But now you are This
Incandescence
This slim
Conflagration
As long as
Your body As brief as your body, it
Sputters
And gasps
Oil runs over the bones
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Let the hot clean stones
Be a wilderness
Filter, let them clatter Against cave walls
Drink blood
From the glacier, scooped out by hand
Let it quiet the mind
Let the quiet mind quiet the body and then
The quelled body Disquiets the mind ————
The last ferry is
Drowning its riders In dust and in
Space
Not meant for the dead
In the Winter Garden in the Winter Garden I wander the Winter Garden
with you
Palm trees have risen
Again And the last Chandeliers Suspend ————
Those are my molecules, stopping the tides
This
My mind
Returned
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I like the hollow feeling on the far side of the moon
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We chased from the school
A wolf and a she-wolf
Through deep forest aisles through
Opaque cones of smoke
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We drew close to something then
We who don't live
On this earth
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