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The open air had the predictable sparkle After two months not only indoors
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The open air had the predictable sparkle After two months not only indoors
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But flat on my back, waiting, mostly, For the neck they kept cutting open to heal
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But flat on my back, waiting, mostly, For the neck they kept cutting open to heal
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So that when they wheeled me out through double Doors and the tram passed across my field Of view and the scattered strangers flecked The white blur my eyes made
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So that when they wheeled me out through double Doors and the tram passed across my field Of view and the scattered strangers flecked The white blur my eyes made
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Like floaters after a long sleep, I felt, Sudden in my plexus, the exact angle of loss I had lived with when I lived here
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Like floaters after a long sleep, I felt, Sudden in my plexus, the exact angle of loss I had lived with when I lived here
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As though it had waited for me to return so as To enter me again, as though I had not
Lived four years without it, elsewhere, where They say life is, regardless of where you are,
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As though it had waited for me to return so as To enter me again, as though I had not Lived four years without it, elsewhere, where They say life is, regardless of where you are,
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So that as the bells of the Fraumünster rang From inside the steeples, the tail
Of the lake stretching out of view between The hills on either side
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So that as the bells of the Fraumünster rang From inside the steeples, the tail Of the lake stretching out of view between The hills on either side
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I became, As an actor becomes, animated, populated by Someone else’s feelings, someone else’s spirit—
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I became, As an actor becomes, animated, populated by Someone else’s feelings, someone else’s spirit—
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And now, a few years later still, I know To ask if this complex of feeling, deep-frozen, Waiting for me, was my actual life—
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And now, a few years later still, I know To ask if this complex of feeling, deep-frozen, Waiting for me, was my actual life—
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Not a portion of the life, not A possible life, but my tangled and patient Actual implausible resilient fucked-up life?
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Not a portion of the life, not A possible life, but my tangled and patient Actual implausible resilient fucked-up life?
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