A child sleeps in still darkness,
In the place where unicorns leap,
Where shooting stars bedazzle
The night-time loom of her dreams.
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In some alabaster glass, I shine
Face fresco'd by the day's first light
As time draws down to the finest line,
Noon-day clouds have attained their height.
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Lo I am jealous of the dead,
Their sins all forgotten;
Flowers at their head.
Lo, I am jealous of the dead-
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What will I remember,
What will I forget?
Days and days of promises,
Nights full of regret.
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Not I, not me,
Not a tooth on a key;
Nothing is separate in this world,
You see.
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How we submit willingly to surgeons
not knowing the result.
How we tell the magistrates
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Even a dead man could love you
if you played your cards right,
she told me once.
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I am my own church, and own religion;
I worship whatever I must.
I worship what no other man could fathom-
Because it is my own, and no one else's.
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We move through life
As it moves us;
A traveller, wary-
A loosened thread.
...
A boy in a bright blue hoodie
is on the shoulder of the freeway
apparently walking, though the cars
pass by so quickly, he is only a blue blip
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