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In the shelter's
Alcoholic pigeon's draggled feather's
Jaunty bobbling--
In this post-meridian backlit sprig's
Counterswing to his parading march--
Is spring's flag, at once
Instant's hinge and swinging season's arc.

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Insomnia's edgeless hour
Weighs sun on eye,
Where present from itself is pressed
And time unwatched freely winds
In labyrinth.
.
Cross the dusk sky
Bird by rule--
A skein of memory,
Seeming-self,
In sleep surcease.

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When the knife comes
Is that the edge and it must
Ever due that point
And division blunt,
It is an air of stone
Noumena of absence,
Of what is and will not be.

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Past without memory
The old photo,
Of happed evitability
Comprised, an eye,
Hand, unfettered by a moment's leash
To mark the epoch of a stranger.

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