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Poem	THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust on the clean steel sky and sends it to me. The telephone picks off my voice and sends it cross country a thousand miles. The eyes in my head pick off pages of Napoleon memoirs … a rag handler, a head of dreams walks in a sheet of mist … the palace panels shut in nobodies drinking nothings out of silver helmets … in the end we all come to a rock island and the hold of the sea-walls.
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