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Dead Reckoning
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Dead Reckoning I’m done with The abundance of winter, so full of itself, The air no more than snow And the earth no less, nothing multiplied Zero by zero, until I can’t take it, I can’t Keep my mind from skating away Somewhere south, as the ice melts To blue and green and a red-tailed hawk Riding the air, broken summer Of the sun’s division, where the world Comes back again, piece by piece, And I see my shadow Split the shore, walking the dark Tideline between the beaten sand And a thousand white arousals of the sea. ...