It ran away again and again. Bohemians
wise to this lurking swaying fact
day and night sealed in a silent code
I could not crack if only my plan
could be remembered minute to minute
what glassy eyes I'd have seeing beyond
daylight or night light rumpled into one.
The ideal can only be seen looking back
weighed down with stones small and famous
the rest of the family a few echoes away.
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