The historical cloth covers two forms / beating like the angels’ hard bodies in the midst of changing time.
(poetry)
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O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
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“From space you can see the shimmer / of the thousands of immigrant children / wrapped in tinfoil sleeping on the desert // sand”
The roof soars so high above the sky’s hanging at arm’s length / And you, dear, are now drunk on a thousand glasses of wine
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