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I. 'You here all winter,'
even if unspoken.
I see
you peruse
shore, winter become even
more vocal.
II.
Will it go. What about
the winter umlaut.
Our brown beard.
We'll warm
the umlaut. As you
became the stranger.
III.
Your beginning
I'd wanted to kiss
about.
When you
arch white walls,
I long.
IV.
Almost.
Among shapes,
the alphabet
umlauts.
Are you arousing a skin
or an instant.
V.
Then grin
at about and around.
No letter
sang. One sank.
A water
along the heart
VI.
with ability. Constellations --
sound white
letters obfuscate, then
erase everything
about us.
Around us, gongs. So sound.
VII.
You, sit
sat until
an alphabet
hinges
along,
caws.
VIII.
Tonight I drop adherence,
a cider returns
bound. Though
it be Sunday,
singing.
How haven't you
IX.
(I smell the tides.
One laps
after desire.
Vibration about
the back
catches.)
X.
affected the sea. And
how it curfews.
A hand left
like shadows.
I will be.
Will you have.
XI.
Your hands
over your face in red
arrangement. With
or without
the umlaut. Still
will it go.
XII.
Will it distinguish
new shadows
from old. A salt on
your kiss. Then
how many
around see
XIII.
I want.
You are not
ready unfetters
down your face.
Take me,
I am red
XIV.
Cold apple, split
almond.
Before speech, wind
was song.
Branchings, crossings,
letters, scoops of moon.
XV.
Unlike preparation, pulse --
the gesturing
of my alphabet
in motion.
Let fall the soft
fine whip
XVI.
I want
in straight lines.
Is wool in
or out of hand.
As wool is
of afternoon.
XVII.
What is the study
of sight called.
Song.
An umlaut measures.
The light is blond
and scored.
XVIII.
Of afternoon. What
a winter, what a night.
What red
fetters. What wool.
What is the study
of away called.
XIX.
Apple ready
a set of letters.
I ask only
letters.
My mouth
a trill. A pant
XX.
dams itself.
Kneels
and leaves.
Who steps as close
as a child.
Sprig of white succulent.
XXI.
Like a plane, bone
cages up at me
asks, "Which side?"
The heart is neither
left
nor right.
XXII.
I will sit
as knees
kneel. I will long
in afternoon-straight lines.
What do you know
I see.
XXIII.
You will be tiny
and you will not have.
Give me
an apple. A hand.
My wool became
yours. About afternoon --
XXIV.
Wed the breath
if not you.
Will you have a body
that long, at
one breath per body.
I see something
XXV.
labor at
what is between.
Cross the difference
between a line
and a movement.
To make a point.
XXVI.
What are my hours
who are cold.
We saw
almost shine.
I took off
around your core, back.
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