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tick tick tick
and a mountain becomes a fountain
bunch bunch crunch
and a river becomes a sliver
oh the power of the hour
makes a flower dance into dust
as it must
for the power to be just
BALLAD OF MOTIONS
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bird
coming through the species
EVERYWHERE
you are in our clutches
we find you
EVERYWHERE
bird of tongues
in your plumage
bird of hearts
old hearts
in your heart’s bread
there
EVERYWHERE
in the mist
in the currents yet unthrown
in our clutches
EVERYWHERE
we find you
BIRTHDAY
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THE YOUNG PEOPLE
THE YOUNG PEOPLE
stand at the middle gate
They say
we will be counselors at your next desire
it will be restful to exchange our claims
THE YOUNG PEOPLE
THE YOUNG PEOPLE
climb
to the upper gate
They say
we will uncap your uniform
you will be grateful and surprise our touch
the young people
the young people
DROP
TO THE BOTTOM GATE
They say
we will throw daisies on the roots of your loss
it will be lovely to embrace the field
THEY KISS
BALLAD OF THE CHRONICLERS
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Something is released!
Marc Anthony inserts his decision
Loyola repents
The Tudor epilogue ensues
Gypsies deliver their vows
The Manichean rebirth is named
Erasmus chuckles
BALLAD OF THE CHRONICLERS II
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Something is released!
Queen Nefertiti unveils her persuasion
Medea withdraws
The Celtic interlude prepares
Virgins abandon their scrolls
The Cleopatran maneuver is hailed
Victoria bustles
COUPLETS FOR A PLAY
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ADMIRAL recently whenever I open my chair there is a thundering
MOTHER we are not intended for this mountain life
PRINCESS four nights ago I dreamed I tapped the moon
LANDLORD even your devotions are unessential
DOCTOR we have transported the ashes to the tree that is always
perpendicular to the heel of island’s shadow
SALESMAN you have redeemed the copying art
POET the company will be mounted on a floating settee above which
will hover indiscriminately ballooning trousers signifying our refugee years
MAYOR these formal solutions unravel qualities long absent in the
merging confligrations
PROPRIATRESS the elevator has shed its murals and the hints increase
that the master design for the underground playroom has been irregularly
amended
RABBI having estimated our dependence on the common charities we must
now proceed to alliteration
INTERROGATION X
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Have you borrowed my signals of power?
My virulent pulse?
My chalk mustache?
My teeth once sleek as bells?
THE PLUMES IN MY MACHINE!
You may have observed my arms are receding
My nose is stretching like trapped silk
My chin is being disgraced
HAVE YOU COME TO RETURN THE FAMILY TUSK
AT LAST?
PARABLE
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I am soft as wheat said the Elephant
The Aphid is tamed at the bud
Puffing in clumps the Bear in the noose
is washed by old friends
Their joy cements his wandering attributes
ANNIVERSARY for Cezanne
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that sleeve
returning to the hammock
how flat!
regardless of the buds attached
it will not mend
Chroniclers of our excursion WOMEN who stamp MEN who enclose
I AM WALKING
Even though we have yer to surmount our confidences the blacks
and whites of our mission
And we have not yet passed those SENTINELS unclothed dazzling
the EXAMINERS
Or those GEOGRAPHERS spread-eagled over the INVADER’S reward
Still I am walking I AM WALKING
so many rungs
so many threads to prepare
SUCH HEIGHT!
no matter how we beat the open sail
it will not mend
ENTR-ACTE
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The wine has slipped
This year attention will be constructed
Traveler
already you have eaten
our two rooms
my spare sandal
and the window that favored our drifting
companions
The products are homely
This year diffusion will be explored
THE 23RD RUMINATION
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Sleeping awhile
charles henry
craftsman
throw for the image
soft henry
the outward urge
repays
when at the close
charles charles
the boundary suits
its confinement
warm henry
after the trembling
henry sequestered
after the positioning
the calling
choice henry
henry of titles
fugue
sweet smoke
after the narrowing
henry the given
the sense of the breath
untapped
charles charles
the curve attends
its allowance
full henry
henry of leads
after the surrounding
after the delay
the adornment
henry brought over
henry made certain
henry declared
after the phase
after the concurrence
henry illumined
after the need
henry in portions
still henry
the arch across the
inner slants
after the reflection
last henry
henry remembered
the term demands
its control
soft henry
when at the close
in the beginning
after the revolution
the calling
charles charles
throw for the image
SPARE US FROM HOME
counterpoints
------------------------------------the paradise game
manning together
the lozenge
why do we upend the pulse outside
the diagram?
shifting its hood
the river’s track
sends forth
brothers
white is the clue
sweeping
the roses
sweeping
the roses
sweeping
the roses
the lost infirmity
at the start
more
if first one
should not a third decide
the range?
more
to come
to come around
moreover
in the waving of embellishments
to find
the corridors are stuffed and brightened
by the refuse of the viewers
placed above
marvelous
ahead
behind the pavilions
atop the fountain’s crown
the character of the movements
suggest
a guitar a guitar a guitar
in the lead
across the wall
the sighted mirror
dropping near
advantages
explained
withdrawn
more straight
over the web
between the matching paths
to reach
the glint
the gesture signaled
in the parting loops
more
to reach around
the doorway
hoisted
to the mirror’s edge
moreover
the crowd
the tugging hinge
unmarked
the rose
sweeping
the roses
down
into the whirl
beyond the closing glare
the voice
to fix
the echoed pulse
disclaimed
moreover
more
the figure
widening
in the mirror
reversing
implying
a release
a release
a release
to fix
the curving
hold
spanning together
the lever
why do we appoint the heat
outside
the given flow?
circling its hood
the costumed throng
lets out
BROTHERS
WE ARE NOTHING WHEN YOU SUPERSEDE THIS
FULLNESS
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