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These songs were begun one winter

When on a window thick with frost

Her finger drew

A map of all possible directions,

When her body was one possibility among

Arbitrary encounters

And loneliness sufficient to warrant

A meeting of opposites.

How easily forgotten then

What was first felt—

An anchor lifted from the blood,

Sensations intense as any lunatic’s,

Ruined by unaccustomary events,

Let drop because of weariness.