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out ofthe left, a vibration Ofthreads? This also, beholders, Is a fact: gauze Burns off, keeps coming: the bridge breaks through anything I can pull from my hand. No matter how I brim, there is No softening. Field, what hope? TombStone This place named you, And what business I have here Is what I think it is And only that. I must ask you, though, not to fall Any farther, and to forgive me For coming here, as I keep doing, as I have done For a while in a vertical body That breathes the rectangular solitude Risen over you. I want time to tell the others Not to come, for I understand Now, that deep enough In death, the earth becomes Absolute earth. Hold all there is: hold on And forgive, while I tell them as I tell Myselfwhere I stand: Don't let a breast Echo, because ofa foot. Pass, human step. The Eagl~s Mile / 458 ...

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