A Sort of a Song
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words,slow and wick,sharp
to strike,quiet to wait,
slepless.
- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose.(No ideas but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.
William Carlos Williams
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