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18 Somniloquy In that dream where my son stands Trapped inside the traffic, the cars polishing Their snub skulls against his skin, I hear him Cry out to me safe on the sidewalk, You never loved me! You’ll never love me! And how can I reach him, both of us remote, Born giving in to nothing But temptations of silence? Hand held out, I step into the street, asking pardon for These battles in the bloodline, this trespass and caress. ...

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