20 Mar 2005, 7:50pm
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“b.box”

whatever the rules are, the lines there, keep
keep them/ please
(try holding) the sea-glass/ in pieces
blue&green & red&white
on your desk
& listening like me (some other me
who makes sense)// I am thinking of
babyfat/ I am so good/ I am happy/
I can wake up & walk/ I am so proud
I can believe-in/ (traveling) I will find
the one-or-two who live
over there/ I will (find)/ the one-or-two
who live
and when it feeds and when it links itself
to them
rubs, and who knows
not-even-the-black-holes-can
open their
shoulders
wide enough

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