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autumn poem

i cannot always feel his greatness
city that is not a city
she must go back, she said
if it
since i have felt the sense of death
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
green afternoon serene and bright
the hypocritic days
i saw god. do you doubt it?

 



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