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I want to... I need to... retire
to cool nights
that long to highlight
the breath of a tremendous bellow
to daylight hours
that shudder to betray time
with the brass tacks of life
to the porch of my ears
where madness smiles at fireflies
and my eyes will not water
if I refuse to blink
San Francisco, May 22, 2001
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