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"telling myself stories

into the long night,

letters from winter

he that holds the night

in the candle's flame . . ."

letters from winter

"awake the night

and the sun doesn't turn

in the silence of one

(open to the night

the edges of one)

at the vigil,

i whisper,

together

with the man on the radio

with they that hold the night

he that holds the night

and a song from the radio

"Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can stay the night forever"*

riding round town in the front seat of my

step-father's car

too little, for the child to be able to see over the dash

and from the radio, he that whispers of moonbeams

downtown at the Bookstore

he sings with Anjan

I pass by, go in

in the café

there was nothing to say

the silence unbroken

the romance, the romance

that makes you live,

kills me

when you leave

"maybe for a poem"

"too old for the game"

And late into night

the tapping on the window

he is somewhere in the underground

everywhere,

everywhere

bent stars

past paste up

pages of paradise

some place of happy returns

quiet, a small unfilled cup

in the bestiary

(open to the night

the edges of one)

the line-ups at the bar

as I run past, looking for the train

the golden one

and the buttercake tree

with they that hold the night

he that holds the night

"those from God,

unto God"

sleep into night,

sleep into winter

i hold the moon

from the night . . .

dream of underground fusions

from the night

awake,

in an early morning rain"

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