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“FORGIVE ME IF I WANDER A LITTLE THIS EVENING,” (R&R)

January 24th, 2010 by Zack

my vassal hands
quiver against the
steering wheel to be

not journeying to you,
to have no token or glove,
of—, of favor in

this day & etc…
how I would die
for one hour—for

what is in the
world? … and
it worked and

it didn’t and I
am weak again, with
weeks, with sunsets

I would give you my
eyes for, the falling
reds, oranges embrac-

ing the earth, before
Black absence hides
upon the past / I

quite forget thy face.

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