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I write to remember/
in the language of lips and ears/
what pictures speak in the language of eyes.
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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you hear the knell of kindness
long before its cathedral voices -- a recessional --
barters better times.
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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