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walk1: two sentinels, the guard atthe end of the lane, the soly ticking nails of whatfollows, whatsurpasses me takecomfort;the pain, it isevenly spaced, and the guard, it guards the wallhereisblue, and mypath isblockedby a blue pain; i reserve it isit ever good tobe as now,under the crags? i cannot gothatway,so i goanother in the glass space of waiting,i get up when i know i must leave halfway the way i dance across the way; the way i’m taut atthe wheel myblithe yelloweye,mymissing anger – these are the daffodils; i won’t sit long the pieced-out acid thoughtmeal, you,no place tosit, it rains surprise, atthe placei find myselfat, tossing the same trash in the same can (44)