Clearly, EarlyDerek Henderson
She goes to trace my shadow with chalk in order to see, to open my eyes. Dreams decide; seeing explains itself— through you I am poured into fair flesh under the sun—a known-together & a leer, therefore equipped with a leer—that is to say 100 times: your heat comes into my body through the skin and all the while snowmelt slips off the roof— these are facts, not said memories; this is gesture, roaming across me. What is inside the impetuous outside— it is round & small, disciplined & yellow— if heat can conquer it, it will wither— remedy, remedy, remedy—this is love. Smoothness is sleep, drowse the love of soft surface, the outcome of dew in cut grass. The cause of want is the curl of smoke in the sunlight, gray going white going brilliant. Swing, swing. I find a favored penny.
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