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This next poem is a sonnet.

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But I think of it as a sonnet
with the soul of a villanelle.

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Together we lay down.

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Together we lay down
where time begins.

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Where time has gone, a
limb sprouts from a pear.

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Our kisses taught us
all the outs and ins.

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Coming and going
always found us there.

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To hold back is to
touch as touchers know.

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Where time renews, a
trunk sprouts from a limb.

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Such growing backwards
toward our body

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so, to lose a him and
her, and her and him.

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Time gathers to a pause
where trunk strikes ground.

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There is a double
speed in going slow.

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We stop to find our
coming turned around.

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The pear was what we
were, where we would go.

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The seed is in the
ground all come to kiss.

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Where time stops, we lie
down, no end to this.

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[APPLAUSE]

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