5.i.23
1100
4.5
beside
myself
for ghost
writing
neither flesh
nor brick
a self
all selves
we are
as the weather arriving
building a thing
some thing
to survive us
call this a sincerity
it once was
nor bone
but light
lost to selves
as in a forever
careful to all hearts
a kind of light we cast to have been
each equally blessed
years and here
neither flesh
nor brick
nor bone
but lost
fold in
find self all gone
and be the finding still
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