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from Shy Green Fields

Hugh Steinberg

Is the way to. Is it a switching? Places,
continental, a kind of wilderness, I'm not

afraid to read it that way. Sleep on rocks,
the sun's so warm. To be just one, of ones.

I am beloved. I am loved. Show me the
thickets. To be without power, only increase.

Where the materials peer out. You and you.

Hugh Steinberg

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