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pet boxes
wherever an ant
there's on the way
this how they were borne
not wise men
but a caravan
on needle carpet
under tree sprawled
spent secrets
open to the world
away
one with a swimming pool
then lift going up
slot cars flown into stray plaster
here was your face most meaning
with the card discarded
flat box on the wall
and the other worlds in it
static and then ribbons got gone
sticky still is
all future motions
of the spheres were pent
they are the nameless left
Christmas was
and out of one leapt me once
a caravan of far and away
queuing for the sales
now it's always almost breakfast
even the socks have gone to foot
box frolic
of the open hearts
are out in zen garden
how the empties dance
isn't all the world coming to this?
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