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Fox Glacier The Tourist: Blue plough bones High eye socket Soot rock gristle Be with me Be with me Be with me Never be not with us Fox The Glacier: My gentle coming: fall I am with you my Gold-pan My sieved and sieving brow Most wanted: Favorite: Wanted and needed and loved: Diaspora. Lindis Pass, Borage in memory of Patricia Walsh Mary when you swam up (in reality rose, assumed) to feed on bliss: that rounder reality: you left your dress blue borage like a painted dress permanent violet cobalt ultramarine and white lighting this chainlink gate; open for Pat: ten children, emphysema, dead at forty: “Too good for this world.” the river at wolf 199 Open for me! I slam against the gate dumber than any sheep. I want, I want. I want to become round like you there: like God: reality: not flat like here, all oil, all pleasantness and heat. By the Tekapo River, 100 Degrees Water Hot green plastic bucket Hole Rabbit in the wall of the ground Bone Rabbit, hip, shoulder Leaf under a leaf of dust On my way to wash, the heavy buzz of flies like bees: there’s a carcass here. Rabbit. Eels live to be ninety . . . An eel will eat your hand. I smell the past: where you swam with me, not toothed as you are, but as you were, safe in your first, soft shirt. After Consciousness of This Big Form Sam and I chose a workshop called “Fruitfulness.” At the round door a beautiful leader met us, smiling. Many people pooled into . the room, they opened their arms and they rolled their heads around, like an old musical, opened their arms and rolled their heads around: 200 door in the mountain ...

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