Con permisso inside you
And see the hundred views
Of your vast cities and country-sides
Or without your permission I spot you
When you are most yourself
Sitting on the beach at twilight
Preparing to be a fish again
Or another morning sky
A blush of a tremble
And then the magnificent
Trumpets of light
Which sweep across your face
Now mine when I remember
Com permisso to stop inside you
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