i. | 1 |
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between air | 2 |
in exile, | 3 |
fathom yourself. | 4 |
we're going to | 5 |
walk this path, | 6 |
your brother's last | 7 |
crest, beneath | 8 |
consumer products and | 9 |
beneath acacias, | 10 |
in the cry | 11 |
of the river. | 12 |
you've been dodging the precipices | 13 |
empty handed, carrying | 14 |
this mattress | 15 |
because i didn't. | 16 |
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ii. | 17 |
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there, almost. | 18 |
the river | 19 |
gasping purple | 20 |
itself enough to fill | 21 |
fifteen years of an hour a day | 22 |
its liquid eye | 23 |
suspended on a thousand | 24 |
terrible cries | 25 |
of a language powerful | 26 |
in others and in aging. | 27 |
i swam. now i'm back home. | 28 |
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iii. | 29 |
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you said | 30 |
"how will i know?" | 31 |
and i said | 32 |
"well, turn the river | 33 |
on the sun, the point | 34 |
from which my life | 35 |
at night | 36 |
used to carry water." | 37 |
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iv. | 38 |
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it occured to me that | 39 |
this mattress | 40 |
would think we were anywhere, | 41 |
and i was sure | 42 |
it could even walk. | 43 |
but maybe eleanor | 44 |
maybe elly convinced me | 45 |
that we needed a new mattress. | 46 |
you woke | 47 |
yesterday, | 48 |
with but a few words | 49 |
about two years | 50 |
through coffee fields. | 51 |
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v. | 52 |
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lets get a new mattress | 53 |
as long as | 54 |
we get rid of this | 55 |
surface tension; | 56 |
i don't want to get | 57 |
a good mattress | 58 |
back again. | 59 |
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