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Lest it should
seem
as if he's actually singing
you something—rest
assured, dear reader, that
he's merely returning
back to the world
what he's already heard—
a fraction
or so
of a whole lifetime later
only—darker,
more diffuse,
and a little less useful;
because a poet can't explain
even the tail-
end of things—he just covers it
quick—
with feathers.
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