Boughs berserk
Spin one hill
Into space
Standing still
...
Now and again
I am here now
And now is when
I’m here again
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Eyes that spurn yet invite
Like spikes in the sunlight
Of Manhattan’s high-rise—
Babylon’s ladies outshine
...
Ghost I house
In this old flat—
Your outpost—
My aftermath
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I am the man
Whose name is mud
But what’s in a name
To shame one who knows
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Taut with longing
You must become
The god you sought—
The only one
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