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'Can’t live without world. Carry her body away, blanketed,
remember poppies, cornflowers, lark, and the troubadour’s song
imitating flight? Oh be clear. Clarity’s complex, not fact
singular; chaos doesn’t destroy it, is it; angry now—
or, more active than usual. What else of One’s language?
To stay alive one needs a tongue, more than ever. Parts one says:
Here’s a little hit from the anthology. Keep one abounce.”