And then came back
To read it all again
I was so ashamed
But it was raining here
So I went to get the big bucket
And soon so much resignation
Filled it to overflowing
I wanted to read it all again
All those accumulating epiphanies
And the symphonic mood
Of rising death
Like meringue or the foam
On a lover’s
Or beggar’s mouth
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