You have to walk so close to the mirror

Before your breath clouds the image

You need to get a running start

You need to get a running start

To break through the refrain into repetition

As exile's continuous form forms the same

Words twice thrush thrush

Drab bird unseen in the dark dark's underbrush

Sung from the yeasty mouth

 

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From within the cloud the voice sings

The voice is a singing cloud

You have to walk so close to breath

Before you find the mirror

And then beginning looks just like

Beginning looks just like

What doesn't know how to complete itself

Otherwise

What is there in saying house bridge fountain

 

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bridge fountain gate jug

jug fruit-tree window there I said them

All and every all's this same

Cloud's faulty tower is this same

Cloud's broken column trying to make a point

About breath by mentioning breath

I stand so close to the surface of the thing

I am dumb because I make myself dumb

And then the apples go mute

 

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Jug jug

Make no noise

Who will find you in the middle of your breath

And keep whole all you want broken

Someone becomes

Someone again it must be done

Mouth scaring bird from its ever more hidden nest

A surface seems to know something about

Depth depth cannot know about itself

 

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Right toward the mirror

Watch it fly as sometimes it does fly

Breath and every cloud

The sky has gotten a running start

It's why the apples ripen even though they hurt

The sky's running start

Let panic return and stand very still

You have to stand very still

Before what is wounded turns around and nears

 

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A note plays in the dark

Plays all by itself in the dark just a note

Just a note called escape

What I'm telling you is what I cannot say

Otherwise this

Intimate breath is just another maze

The sun disappears

Inside the apple I mean there is a mirror

In a cloud and right there is your answer