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Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
That this mud draws on the stone.
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To mark that square, perhaps: were M่re and P่re
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
The face of a Quos ego),
Covering the land—
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
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Toward something that the world is pointing toward
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A matter of getting all that right . . .
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Summer bees were saying
M่re and P่re Chose are walking away from the
Away from their profundity of surface.