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When I sank as sodden as a pauperinto the rainy riverI promised myself no mercymy body limp and sinkingthe sun in a high toned halofar above the murky..
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A woman buying the world rolls peacock eyes
upon the packages and points to this and this
She opens her flexible lips and gnaws
the pink delicacy..
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I never saw an armadillo in the cold famineof this mountain,here, where we are rich with beautyand tough canned preservesUnless, of course I reconside..
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You got to walk that lonesome valley Well, you got to walk it for
yourself Ain't nobody here, can walk it for you You got to walk that
valley for ..
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No mojo, no groove back! and the fog is a peeping tomsmoked up in the trees outside my window.You know the rest darling, it is Winter!I am unfurling i..
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It is January 1st and the moon is singinginto an accordion of jet fumes
& familiar starsI am absorbing the soft glow of a Himalayan rock
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Winter, no little mare, no warm hearted robin, you bruise my hands with hard coldYour embrace is a tangle of briars and you needle my legsas I awakenI..
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The way I step on trains that plan to movetoo quickly for my heart to gain a stepor steady as the barrels of wheels beginthe long and twisted path to ..
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There is no whole left here to love,
no person ends with all the pieces
they began with.
Even the world loses her head and blows
particles into ..
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