a song can die in a corn field / we mistake fireworks for stars / a man’s heart can hold too much thunder / and yet a new song hums itself
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this one for my old friend B / she wandered off feverish and zen sick / in search of searching
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please, Ygeorgi, please the oven leaks fresh salamanders / these currents run upriver / towards the mountains / do not adjust the pilot light