Peter Richards
brother, you are near to me, very close- a scepter,
a wishing, an evergreen finally now we both can
imagine. And also like the humid lips, we both
have them and no matter what the retangle decides
there was a piece of music (it saw us) both of us
were wearing, only the background was flat, growing
intensely black, for we had not yet sat together
in the field with the all night shaopes and tha t taste
beyond all capture. I'm holding it now for your letter
and I are sitting together-- O exquiste one watching
horizintally and searing that place where the two
where the both where together we finally do appear
five fold and quick -- i imagine you as another land
(such does it sear not to be near you) and what power,
what machinery. Do you know about that mirror too?
The irreparable mirror where buildings are hiding
and a cough (the slightest loving cough) unfulrls
from the teat, yes whispering, but not so much as
whispering but what? i dont know. open the door love
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