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7 Frame There is always something left out of the poem if the subject is darkly broken then joy if joy then Ecclesiastes in his green visor leering from the margins even if you try to leave no margins and push the font to the edge and over letters lose arms legs and heads then it is those arms legs heads left out for example an old man in a train station who has forgotten which train what city all he has done and the woman selling tickets feels sorry and brings coffee and a blueberry scone so he smiles but says nothing as if expecting even this the poem has opened now to the old man and the speck of compassion which pulls the frame down from the continental view one room green tile walls yellow bulb the poem is a hand tool a hammer of perfect heft good for house and garden useless for large scale movements of earth or troops cannot change a river a planet a fatwa a bone you must kill the poem in its crib for those you must get on the train as a young man and not return ...

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