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Storm, storm.

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From the waist down, at
least nothing unfamiliar.

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Cypress trees, the
catalpa, its seed pods

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hanging like shadow icicles,
and the light around them,

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and the bodies that enter
the light and leave it.

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Your own among them, but
as when the body seems

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most to want impossibly
to step free of itself--

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oblivion of wish, of
wishing about sanctuary,

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how over time it makes the
birds come closer, how that's

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different from trust, isn't it?

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"What the fuck do you
think you're looking at?"

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He says softly.

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What a thing to say.

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The mind protecting
itself by shutting down

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an intimacy that most
likely won't be returned.

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Won't expect it, as if that
were the mind's chief purpose,

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to resist a fall,
though, falling

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is what the body does best.

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It's quick to rise for
moving toward you with all

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the ceremony of many
wings at once out spread.

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A holiday descending.

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The dark adjusts itself,
settles its wings inside you.

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The shadows that strut the
dark open and fold like hope,

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a paper fan, violence
in its pitch,

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and fall like waves above
them, the usual sea birds,

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the presumable
indifference to chance.

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Its blond convergences.

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As when telling cruelty
apart from chivalry

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can come to seem irrelevant
or not anymore the main point.

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He touches himself
here and here.

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Directive.

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Turns its face away.

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It can look like ransom.

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Now, it looks like privilege,
now recklessness, now

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triumph, gravel and blood,
humiliation, lovely.

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Now, strict refrain.

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He taketh my hand in his.

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