These Rivers Endlessly Endlessly
Then I will swim the dreaming of my house,
the well-mannered happenings of my house,
the slip noose hanging from the frame of my house I will dream
the bright waters of my house
gathering in the broken heart of my house.
For it will be the bear-claw quilt that…
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