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The one that fits
next actually is not

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the one I feel like
reading at the moment

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because it relates more
to the long poem that

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follows than to the--

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well, it just is needed
for that reason more

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than for its own sake.

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But as I say, my poems
don't really vary that much

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in a central theme.

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And a poem I wrote before called
"Junction," which is probably

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the heaviest poem in the
book, fits perfectly here.

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"How far into our
bodies our hands delve

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to follow the course of love.

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A buzzard hovering a dark
cloud at the red summit

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as we come to the curve on the
trail, wiping the sweat sun

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drew to our brow.

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Peak towering ferrous
to the jagged eye

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with swift strokes
of the brush levels

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the ravine to an
easel it draws us on.

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And the rattler head arched as
the peak, heat dropping hard

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on a 60 mile silence.

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What fate the shadow
of a thorn casts

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over our pounds of flesh
planted before the smooth curves

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of the serpent?

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While the sun passes
for in the afternoon,

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our leather soles
worn to each stone.

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On a single fold
of the canvas, we

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stand reduced to
large horseflies.

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Delving as toxic venom
held in the snake's fangs

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freezes our body, the time
passing into coiled red peaks

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shutting its eyes slits."

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We'll just call
that one 9/30/70.

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