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137 The Audience Redemption? because they loved me? or loved me in my words? intelligent faces soulful pricked for the poetry And that night a woman came in a dream Indian or black aging alone the phrase “ghosts in her eyes” “I’m a perfect case for attention,” she said So I was listening to her words pained dry fretful driven writing them down for the poetry that disappears She seemed flattered not realizing the flat of the language its tundra I was flattered too not realizing her own need simply to speak “Loaves of bread,” she said The next morning I saw loaves were love risen their faces amazed that we know someone in dreams wandering in tundra redeemed ...

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