The brilliant boule of youth
shuddered and obtuse
milks yeast from out your eyes to see:
and what these messages entail are these:
we wait for thee to say
the name across the page
the limitless expanse of dreams– and come what may–
we’ll drink the lyric fruit of everything:
this exists within
after bending in
to say
how do you do
how do you do it world
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