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32 Overture Discovered a prism under the river, in so many words unsatisfactory, among cables and small trench volcanoes drowned things proliferate And my heart wears one shoe between two leather belts What could I learn What does opacity reward with The chin of the moon Seize an absence the entire city undergoes now and again Venus guides the fortuitous The overture of her engines It hangs full from her shoulder Sticks of gum, ticket stubs and photo ID you can hardly make out A touch of privacy cross the divide You searching for a name under observation by an agnostic Fears beauty won’t spare his knees Arrange for your invisibility All the eighty corners one cannot be trapped in Dooryard, birdwoman, cul-de-sac Sing along with the words we went over before

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