Came bridge, came pont
Came weevil, came haunt
Brigg brag garbing rag nibbles..
How luminous the dark!
How folding, and
luxuriant
this inner simplicity.
I do not wake now
but blindly fold
I take a number
and wait to be served
by the blizzard
behind the counterings
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