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f o r..H ö l d e r l i n
is there a measure
in heaven or on earth
is there a measure
where life is drained from these spread hands like blood
the west into the past the east into the future
meaning drained off thru the cracks
between the words: the cracks
within the bone of words
i walk with you
around the hills' foundations
thru the creaking of a weathervane
between a sound of church
& circus bells
our first far symmetry
a green field out past history
one townless wandering thru sign
posts, faces, numberless bright letters
in the catalogue of silence xhere is treasure
is there a measure
ah there is
no measure
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