The austere sweetness of dear recency
Scarcely has a chance against the poison
And chocolate truffles of recollection
Among the white clouds of poems on these walls.
What just happened? Start again. A few leaves
Stir in the evening breeze. Is it not worth
Your life to pay close attention to these?
The recognition of tiny motions.
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