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                                       he said:  i
                                       pushed back. 
                                       jostled, i thought:  well.
                                       that was a wise choice.
                                     

    
                                                       fall then stand and it's
                                                       all cyclical.  round around and round.
                                                       so push again.  see clear
                                                       through red eyes. 
                                                      
                                                       with slender authority
                                                       i coax and uncover me.
                                                       evolve improbably:
                                                       shoulders broad.  arms of every war.
                                                     
                                                       push out to the fixed rhythm
                                                       of a universe and
                                                       leave the feint subterrane--that
                                                       entire generation of it          so                                               
                                                 
                                                       past that lurid, climb.  crawl
                                                       to the white willows
                                                       moored and weeping by some water and
                                                       ablution      and ablution      and ablution.      then

                                                       listen:   there is a sky
                                                       and it is filled with
                                                       clean noise.  clean clicking clean clicking
                                                       at the end and at the start.
              
                                                      of the seventeenth year.