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in the hump of glass a sweet voice sings
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larger and larger grew the empty spaces in the marble nests
and when at last they were full grown
they were fragrant as flowers
and were plucked by costumes overladen with gold
the costumes carried them to the rose-red births
that lay on serpentine ways
and transparent serpents
and cast audible shadows into the visible
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the big goddamns arise from their seats
and crowd the little lightnings into the cracks in the air
the big lightnings shatter the little goddamns
the goddamns and the lightnings roll over and over
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in the hump of glass a sweet voice sings
and yet there is no one to be seen in the hump
there’s not even a deaf and dumb grain of sand in it
palettes with noses lie on black feathers
and listen attentively to the voice
clouds with bandaged eyes approach curiously
the palettes with noses beckon them not to intrude
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the commas and full stops jump into the hats of kisses
to escape from the hair-raising springtime