| Mourned winter then
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| In the middle of harsh day
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| I saw the moon her
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| Beaming as the queen
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| Sout her broken dawn
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| And kissed them tenderly.
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| Sdown from her many stars
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| Drifting seeds to sleep sowing
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| Fields of spring clover dreaming of
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| A night bursting with milk and signs
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| Of coded silent planets, ices and suns
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| Touched her fingers to her heart
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| And smiled, 'I am in you always'
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| The pulse in your blood the fire
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| In your salt the flame in your ghem
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| Like the night then dull of all
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| Utter love, uttered spring
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| From the sleepless seas soaring
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| Over muddy towers grey graves
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| The hope light in your eyes
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| Moved open the spheres and spelled 'summer dust'
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| Heard that that jeweled night still open a thousand stars
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| Held your body like the wind
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| And felt the shudder of your mouth sing…
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| Resurrect me in your stillness
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| With wing hearts from the sunflower
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| Towering over the diurnal leaves
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| Brush your kind face
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| With doves and starlings
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| Sweep down like bells on your kiss
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| If we count the cost of all we stole
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| From perfect earth and transcendent stars
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| Fog and forget me not
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| Goddess awake in trees and seafoam like by the shells
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| And soaring gulls in
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| The beauty set in a hollow
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| World split words and flies in the…
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| Shall never forget that love
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| That first sang of stars and
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| First sealed jars of lamb light
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| Planted grieves of sparrow
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| The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy
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| Which breathed out your history
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| Before your eyes awoke to
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| 'No proofs' or 'proofs"
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| 'Letters' or 'no letters'
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| In the dead hand of dead papers
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| Which have long since left the central
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| Dance and in dull dull trance
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| Squealing I ate the feast and
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| Then I’m the best
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| And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp
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| Nude to the word and the world
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| Naked to the ethereal city’s sweep
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| And ate our home and throne
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| spheres we are free in
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| The night twined with vines
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| And sun babies we are free
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| In the day lined with tiny moons
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| I awoke and stared at the sun
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| Falling into the mouth of those moons
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| Squeaking of another world and other waves
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| Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside
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| The moonlight place and with us bird song
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| Smiled the bubble and. |
| away
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| Spark flying out of the beaks souring above
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| The stunned city brunched blindly under massed stars
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| Over the chalk hill driven on
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| By angelic yells. |