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visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopWhat is there in the depths of these wallsThat square—Oh, 56 x 56And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bringTo have been claimed by what we see of whatBut snow has gathered there, has piled up,Cuts out of its width (81). UnfairHow can they get the point of how a worldOf Boyg of Normandy . . Silent patch of ultimate paint. You areTo mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and PèreWhen I am heard, and what I say is solelyThat images of roads, whether composedThey tear apart the mist, it is as though,Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to passPeople might see to be the openingIts consciousness of my white consciousness,Of too much truth to do much more than lieChose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass










visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
What is there in the depths of these walls
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
To have been claimed by what we see of what
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
How can they get the point of how a world
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
That images of roads, whether composed
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
People might see to be the opening
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
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