unarrival of hoped-for things like
I thought it was here but
it wasn't here
I accidentally lied and then
unarrived, and that's how I live my life
I started to tell and then stopped
arrived at forgetfulness and, blessedly
so unarrived the start of the story
but that's just me
A little bird, ugh
and a silver knife, the
false
true love? and
the lily white hands,
merry green land,
false true love, yes, many a year, you know
tis been
a may morning
and me, and I hope someone knows what I mean I
never remember, hard-hearted
a blood of voice a bulbous coagulation
of melody and regret
I love her, any her, any old
woman singing
Any old, old woman singing
!
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