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discretion is important.
other things: writing. being a student. music, all of it. teaching. art as experience. or performance. sleeping less. dreaming more. really faking it. testing rope. and breaking it. watching people watch me. seeing where time follows. dalliance. trading drafts. resisting the practice of kicking back. please don’t ask me for cash. letting it happen. not asking what's next. is this.
tell me.
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It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets Though fishermen are sleeping,
The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass All stillness. Yet these shapes float
Up toward me, troubling the face Of quiet. From the nadir They rise, their limbs ponderous
With richness, hair heavier Than sculptured marble. They sing Of a world more full and clear
Than can be. Sisters, your song Bears a burden too weighty For the whorled ear's listening
Here, in a well-steered country, Under a balanced ruler. Deranging by harmony
Beyond the mundane order, Your voices lay siege. You lodge On the pitched reefs of nightmare,
Promising sure harborage; By day, descant from borders Of hebetude, from the ledge
Also of high windows. Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling- Drunkenness of the great depths. O river, I see drifting
Deep in your flux of silver Those great goddesses of peace. Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
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