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31 PEARL was a baby beautifully composed a mother’s own she holds him out to show a smiling stranger he is reaching for the one he doesn’t know believing she is glad to see him kicking he is glad to see her so excited arms are pumping up and down his eyes are mimicking the way that everybody feels when seeing him so tenderly belonging to his body tenderly believing his belonging to us all coordinated gathering suspicion he is using locomotion to convey is thinking of a way to get ahead he has a lot of personality he’s got a lot going for him people seem to like what he is saying language serves his edge his edges are defining what belongs to him his citadel his wonderful ideas his sense of humor his accomplishment of what he is his hatred of what isn’t what he is his keys his glossaries worldly belongings to him Down in the ninth circle clamped in a pearl of ice I go about my penance unrelieved what freezes in my eyes I mean so what (no one you’d like) a secret sign something to do with fruit and Snap Here I am this infernal place Remember Remember Remember My only choice: obsess on the same sin or riffle them like cards. Let me tell you something, pilgrim, since I have all day that speck that beauty closes in on wrecks no way to blink a dinner party guests That’s up to me. The world was my oyster too. ...

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