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i see all human wits
i stood
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
now while my lips are living
sweet with fern and rose
i have to say good-night
rocked in the cradle of the deep
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
my mother taught me that every night
so lost

 



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