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For the next three poems I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since these are old poems that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but the last of the three is more my slant towards Robert Creeley. untitled A tropical sunset, wallpapered, eleven by fourteen, Stares at my daily awakenings; The sun, like a sleepless eye on the verge of closing Can never blink, But once cried a salty foreground sea. Beyond the wall, deep in the horizon, Hemidemisemiquaver rain, in four/four time, Fills potholes with puddles, And not knowing when to stop, Makes lakes for romantic rowboating couples. But in the dark night, frogs grate, Sounding like a carpenter Rasping an almost finished frame That will border contorted perceptibilities Or images in placid pastel.