burning eyes the fog searing
headlights wept for Ophelia
for Butch Flowers Hamlet
best I've seen I still can see
and happily hear Mahler's
Tenth beyond himself we
all can do more than think
feel more than we imagine
home in time chickens not
arguably aware of waiting
beady eyes aglitter in cold
hunger and ably nourished
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