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I wonder as nascent mythology / quietly makes the rain.

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God’s angry with the world again

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Have I not had my fill of you, dream babies?

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In the morning / the mind looks out onto a street / blurry with self.

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I had imagined grief to be the trilobite

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If I cannot tell you everything does that make what’s left myth?

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Some of us are graves of our own occasion and carry that / to the end

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It reminds how first life is not enough, then too much.

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I know it’s the brain, not you, / that loves, or fails to love.

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Days and days repeat in superfluous / museums of routine.