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no complaints, amidst the deep babble ... barely a move
against the cruelty of the mind with its single moving parts,
as cruel as that which yields and bends
for false belief. take us out to the rocks. stake us in the
cold - clear and unnamed.
look up from your scraps
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no music without silence ... the fall leaves on the willow appear
as fish in a stream (strong, south wind - silver bellies, or
last night, from the porch - an old moon lights the cherry leaves,
stars, I thought ... these slight occupations, as experts poke
at phones, recommend the proper tests, tape their clapper bells
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a centre to hold to when the
mind goes out of the heart, heart out of the mind
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