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You

Not the lovers in chains

On the card of the

Devil (Horned

Goat of Mendes), not

Ten swords in the back

Nor the blind-

Folded woman crossing the water

Not even

The man in velvet

Beneath the black crags

Of Heaven --

tonight

On the table, where

Was the lotus flower? And dice,

And stains, and outside the rain.

Not the dog, not the wolf,

Not the lobster

Yearning for the stark moon.

Not prophecy, nothing. Not you,

Almost, but not

You, waiting for you

While the hours

And the hours pass, while

Outside the rain beats

On the pavement

Like rain, like rain.

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