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Visiting times

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Morning, and a cemetery sentried

by firs; chrysanthemums bright wounds

in the sides of the dead. Sun bleeding

over Moira Therese – over rabbits

grown brave, over VISITING TIMES.

The air, one long, ecstatic cipher:

the untranslatable rapture of birds.

Boeings archangel above us.

So many ways to transport the soul.

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