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Quicksilver
I’ll wander in and
make myself at home
of course I will
[knowing]
my way around for sure
[and]
slipping by “no vacancy”
like silk, like clues, like smoke,
these crowded rooms
I’ll steal some inches
[being known]
for disembodied ways
I’ve ridden in on ghostly mounts
of cellophane and quicksand
these quicksilver eyes
and this quixotic mouth
and moonlight
[is the game.]
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