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The darkness, a quilting and feathers protect us


In morning, you brush your teeth in Novocain


You comb your mop at firstYou’re swimming


A breast stroke in a public pool in lightning


Or you’re already shocking, so already drowned


It’s hard to sayWe used to be close


Of a certain moment now passed


Into the next phase of your nightingale swirl


Ever preeningI’m not managing myself


Or anything else very well these days


I think the Cyclops is astoundingSo too


The various ethereal threats to our existence


It’s when I make myself keep going


To the treetopsI love you