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let the
creatures come
no
lure, exertion, call
there
isn’t a siren song
no
trap, no bribe, no tricks
let
go ideas I own
and
I won’t eat you up
not
ever, not now
let
them lap at
browse
till wander
no
alley to expect
no
trumpet triumphs
nothing
left for the reindeer
neither
for Santa himself
and
here I am in a dewclad firstness
dusty
with the night still
dreamt
so far
no
hide, no special glasses, hat
still
the open hand of a wish
stand
in my socks to welcome them
St
Francis so
and
have their words to heart
to
feather as we go
and
all their griefs piled mine
decorous
all
comers
any
none
today
and
here we have tomorrow if
come
though a breeze
like
my head
crawl
out of what
drop
down
buzz
in
they
rise from out of
words
must fail
fog
won’t see
here
I am for
just
about my business go
I
trust the creatures come
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