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In the morning kitchen the floor is barred with the partners
Light and dark bipolar,
Eyeless in extremity.
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To pace the span to natured end, or put elbow to rail in pre-silence,
Were self-construction
In duplicate purpose.
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The best of dark and bright
Seems birth-ordained illusion,
And disillusion then a glass, the world beyond.
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The sunday august pale street morning
Furling out the flagged mats slap
Gainst the post, car cleaning,
She swung them shaped in her swinging
Woman be so nor emblem nor other
In her hip curved cleaning
Of the car.
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A silence as if its medium were gone,
The key depressed the skin caressed
The answer drawn away
In solitudes of many rooms
On trainless platforms waiting
Being is it, stepping shadow to light
To shadow constructions
Of fear and elation; it is itself merely.
In rain the water pools uncollected.
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The boundary turns with the turner,
And a far stir of sky dusts a sandal.
The methodical air treats with but one observer,
And the memory of a distant other,
With eyes raised up, apartConjoined in the circumambient sea.
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White stone in a field smooth to softness,
Fellow to the waves in time and chance grace,
In my palm warm with confederate urgency;
Extrinsic to none.
