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| 34 Defend the Day Snow in May and a return to a gray sky where the dark train overlooks a child taking shape, the faults of the indoor coast as casual as the black rocks on the head of the iguana, three rubber balls floating in the sea, thieves pounding melodies on wood because a voice is thinking, each thought comparable to a man abandoning his house with a solution, his eyelids as wet as the flank of the last surviving horse, the animal that floated down after faith became a guessing game and the paperweight on the desk grew tired, its gravity a dying rose sent in time for the morning to release mud from under the closed doors, this shift in the earth having nothing to do with sorrow, only the spreading notion that the river current is embracing a piece of jade. ...

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