screaming until i scream, the day
has yes as a con=
fermation says to night's light like
her eyes to his through mine.
oh
"i've a carpet and an arm. i've a
faucet and a yard. i've ta sleep
in not so long."
oh
and a walrus on hour ought
to sleep withly forever. or nothing
else has cast a silence more than
oh
i see the coming of wonder, only
after all of us have.
oh.
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