I
At times in the night
the lips of the continents
collide and rise
and then withdraw, leaving
halved spirals of nautiloids,
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He’s dead: I never wished him that,my single charity. He’s paidfor everything, fought hard, with courage,was, in the horror of his final week,fearful and in pain, from what quite possiblywas […]
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