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Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Green lilac buds appear that won’t survive
By the design of our own silent eyes
This gap in time, this season not their own,
their bellies, they’re out cold, instantaneously
Lucky the bell still full and deep of throat,
Away, my songs, must we go
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Of meaning like these the world created by
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Chose to walk out of it, they’d have to pass
The paths of childhood.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
That square Oh, 56 x 56
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
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