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Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Not daring to oppose
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
Seen. What you know is only manifest
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
Oh you builders,
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Merely a mockery of spring
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.