TRUE time to notice true April withheld in the persistent stretches of my inner continent time to be up again ready to break the steady trickle of chill days into each separate knot do I want anything longer than do I oppose as a rebel do I grasp the essential wavering search with my hands for what ends the seeking certainly I've heard of continuing attacks a last column coming up with relief a rapt attention to immortality strength joined to strength till my own babbling sounds true like a foreign language fond of austere gods lofty tombs where the people gather for a common meal assured of life praising its second by second re-creation the sharpness with which it parts bare ground for new shoots to rise with their own praises carried centrally open for all the world to see
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