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I'm going to start with
a poem called Ballares.

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"My room beaming in the
dark, I began my journey

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as if trees were furniture.

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I never believed in anything.

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I walked through
walls like Jesus.

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The children believed in me,
which still causes heartache.

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I made my way and
my various names.

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I skipped as if nothing, as if
existed no implements of harm.

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As a child sat by
Long Island Sound

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on a particular rock
and now irretrievable.

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And now it is of myself
I feel compelled.

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Glowing in the dark, some
sort of branch bright

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ellipses running
toward the rocking sea.

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How many times did I behold
the ship, its billowing,

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its treasures, its
sentences of hard gold?

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Pick up any book and
it is all written down.

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Everything returns to
the sleep of itself."

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