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Everyday You Set


For a day, maybe twenty-seven,
I rested under a ray of sunlight
at a post office, waiting for the lady to be outside. You - the enduring brow.
Happiness is gone, the subject has appreciated.
Pure invasion rejoices the films from her foot and her tail promise
rivers of the earth.

The affection understands in setting your heart.
Romantic empire. The line segment functions to divulge a system
to its environment.
Come with me to the salt of torrents.


Nothing but that lunar of threads.
And maps and snows.


The custodian smiles at the bride
but the stranger does not smile
when he looks at the elephant aunt
and the dry ocean.
They are all gods
professional dominions in whose smooth leaves originate.


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