A LITTLE SOMETHING TO DO WITH EMILY DICKINSON
In the mountaindriftsthe firmament
before itexplodes. Damn.If you
thinkyou can.Youthink you can. You
think you can.Youthinkyou
Andbaron-i-al mansionsblind us
ahead.Come visit us this summer.Bring
Tellyour visionwith (an)inch
ment ' sbreath.)(Snow-
Tell.What goes on.
In Zone A we are lifefrom limb. We hear
low fingers ofsun
reach up.God carries on downstairs.When
we were brighthe dwelt where we are.
I had some fearandcouldnotspeak
of what.Don't tell.Onsecondthought
don't tell--The airisgreenuphere.
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