poems are a chance
silver wild air
not the maiden in
the rotting boat
not the daughter
living without sorrow
who takes you there?
girl in the movie
who takes you?
the one who knew the brain
buried in your foot
does he take you?
songs or money or tv
or going to the only
open store in town
to buy a single crayon
cream galaxy
across the
rough
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