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After Her:

I have moved to the other side of the bed
My arm would stretch unending into that space
Again and again
I don't want to fall asleep love
The devil is waiting for me there
I don't want to wake love
The devil is waiting for me there

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Without Reach

On one side of the world
A light snow is falling
Sixty years away
I can not reach them
They are dying
I can not reach them
The same stars
So silent above those sorrows
Are above me now
And the ocean
And the wind is its own ocean
All pushing through bright sunlight
In the contradiction of morning
I don't know
Years are waiting
In the space of one body
I can not reach them

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Speaking With The Wind

Once when young I tried
To speak with the wind
After crossing the snow
It had become so cold and kind
I asked it to stay and live
In the tree where all day
I would climb and watch
The shadows counting time
And be its friend every hour
So it replied:
"You are a good boy."
And went rushing by...


For my father-

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