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43 Inside Ayatari’s moon Try finding water. Try metal. Touch the tongue to metal, find it awful. You are only a man undressing who has become dangerous. Try the ice that creeps up each tree and put yourself against it: the boneless gate of blood moving the heart: the single line you are, the long body you are not, your shoulders still twisting. if another man finds you this way he will not see the stepladder you have become. He will see only you, the moon: the both of you coiled, in wind in want and vapor and he will toss the last of the cones into water, if water, and ask again if echo is not a way station. if in the evening the bridge does not become. ...

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