as
it were to indulge your fantasy so that now you cannot get
it out of your life without making a hole in that life they
did not converse much aloud
how
little it resembles my statuesque dream!
positioned several fateful degrees out of true
i nevertheless knew true inspiration
the lunatic wandering
of my thought
the desire to say something important,
silence, vague, insignificant words
what from the distance of a dream steals through
to fiction to be as your country true
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