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The lake isn't there in the silence.
Its mute reflections and shored tongues
Are carelessly small.
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There is no god benignant receptor
To a moon's second reflection
In this engraced minimum.
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Lake the sphere,
And duplicate the stars thereon:
Oh beauty! Glory to none.

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After the storm
Its fretted ghost lingered--
Pre-memory of the season's turn.
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And did her voice now gone
Shape still the familiar place,
New-stranged by some alchemy?

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The null view is a good start,
Bearing fruit of unrivaled
Lightness tasting of time.
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The settling moon segmented
By distant constructs recalls
My hours' burdened artifice.
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This space here has passed
Ungrasped yet qualitied
Why with the bitter anguish
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Of constructed futures
Blighted by my seemed doing,
And mistimed calculation.

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Edgewise secret and serene
In oblique perception--
In the directed gaze,
Obliteration.
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Her cheekbone's beach stone rounded,
Deformed in laughter
Hid in the garden air,
Near lost in misapprehension.
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In the space between the words
Speak the eye and gesture
With obedience single to none,
But unwrought signal to one.

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What luxury in an absence
Of sense a current Lethe
A mirror blank a memory
One minute's length.
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In the unsanctuary the tincted air does not pass
Nor a drop grace a blade;
The sun's dusk-stilled
Light shadow-harnessed.
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No event subtracted
No grief dislodged
But an absence of attachment
A self unshelled.

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Foreshortened death: the end as ever within the beginning,
Silently folding up the blanket from the corners
Whilst we toy with plates and corks.
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Observe the spring sky: the green concert hall--
Hushed for one breath,
And two eternities in the pause.
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For then we have gone
And the leafed strings and acorned oboes
Play to the clement air.

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From unmixed intention scattered consequence,
From one love, all,
And dislove returning.
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Discretion's quality mirrored--
Autistic indirection--
Is a solipsist's gift.
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In chance endeavors
Of promiscuous sentimentality,
The sequent edge cuts both.

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