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to the least
corner of the rain
I
come with crew of bare thoughts
my
all this sure and certain
brick
piers of the known
sometimes
even veranda standing
always
some angle
where
the moss struck
it
in the power of the rain to stop?
where
every leaf is carried away
till
houses we could call them
doors
to weather
in
hours, let’s say
from
a corner of the eye
to
all the world there is
absent
the mind
day’s
where?
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