light above light, flowers?
this the fire us coughing, us, this?
hearted all driftings, smokes, rivers, small changes
come now this querray, come
O waiting emblem
pierced here
(this how walk we now this you?)
who are all of dead fascination, many-armed, begin
to assemble, assemble
our lights, look, spill out
windows only
into drunken sunbeams
boy no longer
caves in caves
vacant, unboned
(rats ever here in flood-
ways walk soft-loud
explosions)
silence now rain over fields clovered purple
in skirts, great skirts
forget
.
.
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