Today I saw the sky dim slow
through the dense florets of snow
in the library window
Shilling for mouthfuls of facile ideas
hour after hour "up against it"
flat teeth
in a paper maw
Give me your burnished red hand
hirsute knuckle pale wrist
knock thrice on the blondwood table
to lead - me - out!
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