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Sometimes we touch a body and we wake it
and it is a way through the night which opens
to our senses the pulsing of its arms like the sea's
.
and we love it like the sea
and we love it like the sea
like a naked song
like the only Summer
.
We say it is light as one says now
We say it is light as one says now
we say it is yesterday and other places
.
we fill it with bodies and bodies
with gulls our own gulls
.
.
We go climbing it peak after peak
with ears and roofs and door latches
.
.
with hotels and ditches and memories
and landscapes and time and asteroids
.
We fill it to the brim with ourselves and with soul
We fill it to the brim with ourselves and with soul
with collars of islands and with soul
.
We feel ourselves living and everyday
We feel ourselves living and everyday
we feel ourselves beautiful but shadow
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