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Triptych TRIPTYCH You outside narrative The grass down Haven’t you background Haven’t you I sing to the cypress I sit beneath what I sing See they drink water we drink water There is no way to say I come in peace [Soldiers not described [Where do we create TRIPTYCH The image of themselves— there should be no image. I was asking if it was you. The game of chairs, regnant And you take someone out of this to occupy nowhere shifting the light back between the branches TRIPTYCH prehensile— laying it down in the little dwelling of where we are— What do you hear beyond dignity (The blur in the human) (heather-blown)
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