THE COLD There was a cold In which A line of water across the chest risen (dream) Impetuate, or Impetuates Orthograph you cherish, a hand her Of doubt importance Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever Does establish An imbroglio, ever she does repeatedly declare to no cold end Admonish wit, at wit's end, where "wit" is *** The cold of which her azul gaze impart a stuttered pool Memoria address me here (green) Echolalic fear Her arm or name in French says "smooth" A wine-dark seam inside the head, this name The "my" head I admit, or consonantal glimmer Insoluble Or wet fields the vines or eucalyptus wood Lift from, here *** Whose cartilage did grief still bear? Whose silent wound? Who submitted? Who fortuitously was grave? A trepidation honest Whose declaration met silence? Whose demurred? Whose wall shored up became houses? Whose "will"? Whose sympathetic concatenation? Whose picture withstood "ordeal"? Who caressed "that tiger"? Whose laugh at an airport called forth? Whose ground shifted?
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