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I am leaving when the leaves fall |
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I am returning when the eyes open |
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I am hidden when the eyes close |
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I am between lips and lids |
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My murder shuts quiet |
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His sheets are shadows in the water |
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And the histories are full of blinking |
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And blurs |
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I am hidden when the inken bird covers |
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My youth and my back |
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I was not there for you in the panic |
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I was not there as the kitten died |
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And I take this home with me |
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I swallow your pain and stick blood into me |
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Suck moss and needles, the faces of burrs |
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The methodical false twilight |
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And the gossip poured love like greedy beads |
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Like mirrors I am your face |
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In the toilet in the kittenchen |
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On the glassblue sea the birds see |
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I am your mirror |
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Your echo is me |
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In bells and birds that beauty I saw |
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Etched in clouds trailing |
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Making curtains of waves |
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The broken face peeps |
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He echoes "I am echo" |
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I see you monster |
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I see you monster |
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My back and jaw hunch and feel |
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You there |
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You are the cuckoo, the train, the muffled drum |
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You say, "I am echo |
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I am cleaner of floors |
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Sower of sores" |
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And policeman in brambles and bubbles |
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Call the beauty to rest |
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Say, "I am echo" |
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And rise with peacocks |
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Feral and horizon |
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The beauty moved over me |
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And the beauty crashed down over my body |
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With wine and dreams creeping down from the bookcases |
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And saying "I am echo; I am you; speak me; release me; |
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Kill me and leave the cat to G+D and rain and pussy willows" |
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Falling like paws and snowing tears and the voice Shuts silent liar |