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1189

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1187

Your proleptic eye

Meeting mine visions

Labyrinths of idleness

Mending paths to fine centers

Where poems as hours

Conjure days not begun

And my point and period

Await sensation's claim.

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To murder thought with a breath

Is enlightenment:

A shout in the street without echo.

Nature perfected wants constraint to unfold,

And create this moment prologue to the next.

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1166

This season's colors

Reference the house--

Muted yet shapely and strange

Manifestation of interiors?

As plumage to sea-self

Wing's allure,

Form, shadow of a flight's

Elegant necessity.

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1164

1163

1162

At the nexus of spaces

Reciprocal and real

A winter field's a winter sea

Of snow-crested wave

And surge of curving earth

And granular density as ocean-voiced

As gray green depths that sound inevitability.

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1157

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1151

Your father's love is yours cast beyond

The touch and heat of it

Into a rumor of adulthood,

A public face, an offer of business:

My valuation, not his;

His is mine.

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1147

Custom is not the gentle rain

To fall on all alike--

The heteronomous child,

Stuffed with learned apologia,

Disagents his grown limb's

Damnation of those given,

And those blessed in taking;

His condign measure's

Finest blade divides the phantom two.

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1143