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The Easter stars are shining
above lights that are flashing —
coronal of the black —
Nobody
to say it —
Nobody to say: pinholes

Thither I would carry her

among the lights —

Burst it asunder
break through to the fifty words
necessary —
a crown for her head with
castles upon it, skyscrapers
filled with nut-chocolates —


dovetame winds —
stars of tinsel
from the great end of a cornucopia
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