I heard a sleave of song

from an upper window

and moved in the sun to find them

I wanted to call to them,

beg them to lean out,

and go on

But there was no window,

I was on sand,

their lullabye came from the waves,

there were no waves,

but a glinting derelict named—no derelict named

Delirious Iris, I am home, there is snow

from a filmy coal-blue sky, mechanical

hissing, great heat, green clouds in the bath—please,

An eye in the lives of my loves

A lung in the lives of my loves

and the two things You keep … keys:

to liberty, to manacle

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