The meadows are filled with sleeping children:
Whom else would they be filled with,
I don’t know:
I make footprints high up in the snow, even when I
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Oh, Alma. Come with me,
And become unnaturally holy:
I will step outside and kiss your feet and say everything that
There is to say about this and now
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Oh, Alma. Come with me,
And become unnaturally holy:
I will step outside and kiss your feet and say everything that
There is to say about this and now
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This is how they helped the scores of the word,
This is how the swordfish and the seahorses tangled in
A ballroom of kelp and sunken heirlooms;
Or this is how it never happened, how it all drunk alone
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My thoughts can hold no gravity to a vanished soul:
And looking down upon all of this graveyard and all of
Her plots,
The breathless mouth is open, but what will it sing,
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Imperfections spoke out loud on airplanes
Fallen down so far:
I get back at you by going to see whores, but
I can’t even get hard:
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I suffer alone, like a premature baby in an incubator,
And the pitch-fork pines lumber straight up
Outside my yellow house:
The few rooms are filled with the ghosts that other people
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They had some powwow and they made a truce:
She has his initial tattooed on the brown web of her hand:
He used to beat her,
But it doesn’t matter: they held hands as they crossed the
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Sabbaticals of nothing- the world slips around in a
A high fever,
Ostriches and unicorns sweat off their spells, and uniform
Airplanes seem to float
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