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976
This primal calm
Was a void of potence
Unmattered,
As longing ere absence--
Whilst in embryo inevitability
That stillness of motion, time,
As one ruffle
Beguiled what it was by silence.

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968
The constellated tones
Made organ notes by eyes--
So thought become
A school roofed by night,
And stars lectures
With mouths of light:
In naught but invention
Lies unfettered will--
A spurious perfection
All nature shuns--
Morality's clockwork's
But the ticking orbits of suns.

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962
The heart of the father lies always in darkness--
Unsinewed at need,
Unneeded at strength;
In time's sightless border pent.

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Fruit of a feast of idleness--
Her escutcheon amidst the pale,
To pale appetite this vison fed--
Needless is more in velleity's bed.
No outward flourish
But still-limbed beguilement
In private shadow reposed,
And affection touchless disclosed.

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In sensation is the motion
Of sense in memory
With time's front commingled
By extinction made--
As, lightly breathing,
This sky descend and groove a field
Of what is past.

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In the map of the garden is a quality there
Of the reflective echelon's
Third removal from invention.
Let me not name a flower
But my own unsymboled
And soiled fingers mine
From strange earth continued.

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Think the shadow all
And parent to its casting--
And in the sunlit square opacity
As Substance masquerade--
So actions cover thought unseen
Yet reside in its seeming.

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To accommodate the time
Let your back pocket--
For an hour's infinite small
In some increment--
Or leave consideration
Til that thought without echo,
When instant take a world.

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Enlarge the season you petals--
Dishape the air
And necessary earth
With your waves make palings
Of the green;
Re-dimension the time--
Unfold my winter eye.

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