I composed these poems
In the ear of the mind, in
The unblinking eye of the mind
Alone with itself like a small
Animal hibernating
Without actually sleeping,
Turning and settling
And turning again,
Half dreamily, half
Restlessly in its nest,
And I expect them
To be best read
Just like that.
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