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At night:
Draw the line up the back of my leg; I will don the
shoe & Ready. Move back. Yr own distance fools you.
The line: here you can not pass. Here is nothing to be
mended. These legs will be minarets/upright the
mattress. The sound that will bring you: tell me. He said
care of not carry O
At night, the dead:
Linen on the line: diamond: it takes the dead hours
to make the sign: soon.
At night, the dead:
A little story: salt & grave. Of the finger: the thrice
motion: a sign.
At night:
the remedy between us and you --
everlasting covenant of salt
 which is in order to sweeten your mouths and jaws
which it is supposed it ought to do
on one of these two nights:
Lo this shall be to you the sacrifice of a soul in
substitution for a soul.
At night:
A man is a black circle in the dark. Toy well, the
hanging bucket. Feet first I will carry you this
wet dress that sinks you.
A man is a black ghost at night. Call him. O he turn
around & silent; O he'll not turn around. You call you
sing out yr throat he's where you want him to be.
What I got: two black circles: a snow-fall face. These
eyes, the deal, the mark there.
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