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Sweet regimen I lap you up

as from a utensil of kindness.

We "unpack" paradigms of

unstructur mes Leave us alone this day.

I'd like to write you about all this.

Similarly, I'd like not to have to write

about all the things we are

and at no time could be: the hereafter of things.

Or in the way that it seemed, walking the plank

of each good thing

toward the tank of carnivorous eels

singing, chiming as we go

into subtracted Totentanz.

That is to say, behind

every serviceable son

there is a watchful father.

Needles to run over snow coughed up scenery.

There was a stop upon the scenic railway

called Edelweiss, and as we got nearer

my heart began to sing lighter,

I was approached through foreign agents

masquerading as talent scouts

and look everything dissolved became grand;

there were blind lanterns in the sedge

and the shimmy was named dance of the year.

Soon the deadline had been passed,

meaning of recent origin lime-green shoots in the distance

and banqueting upon the firing range

where all reaction is overdue

and the stars quake and turn silver,

then pink in the difficult light.

Then it's tomorrow and breakfast,

with unanswered alphabetic characters galore, and this page,

this furtive single tucked out of an envelope

please, give leave to there be more commotion,

les avian flu I mean, level cats

are aware, even as they wander which is much the same

while you and I pierced the lotus

and the elderly stereopticon came apart

in my hands, reward for sub rosa being.

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