That it must build
to a mountain of expectation
from a mole hole of
disappointment we never
hear crows here but
this morning that unretractable
auguring caw caw caw
next door
something in the walls
wakes me three hours
after I got up
dreaming envoy I
mustering his ships
to kiss your pyramidal far-off face.
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