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the furrowed bed of sand worries againas it had before, waves left the land.for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone,he’s letting go of the anchor and all the lines…waiting for the fingers of the grey waveof his mother’s hand to roll over himwith endless water… 10,000 bridgesshow me father.now I’m older, now much olderand

orn a normal child, but the dream it didn’t last longwould you hold him down, my god why does he hang onsomeone do somethign, don’t turn in disgustlook him in the eyescan he hear us- can he hear uscalling back to my friendwon’t you write me again, won’t you say this is the endeight years

[man:]I saw you yesterdayyour eyes were the colorof some kind of grey.I hear what you’re sayingplease, don’t let me goI’ve got all the peopledown below.they rush to talk; they rush to sayman overboard…may day…may day… may day…troubles are brought back by youfunny how we, we go downwe go anywhere, but to the ground [woman:]so I

I went down to the drug store to check my head againstthe bright light but she caught me from behindand though I did not know and though I did not careI could not tell that I was blind to think my world a bubbleand to think that my brother’s was tooand that she had cometo

the river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stoneand in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my ownso I picked it up and held it to the skyand in my reflection. I knew I was all alonethen I saw this girl with the most beautiful hairshe had it wrapped