a sentence faithful to its end.
dead silence alone knows why
mob rallya why nowhere to be heard
in another lifeI grasp the insubstantialin a dream's last gasp
passing strangerare my eyes your way stationor are yours mine?
"Adlestrop"a blackbird close byall the more
labyrinthine cloud . . .yesterday's isbecomes its was
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