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A MINUTE OF SILENCE, by            
First Line: I abandon this too powerful repose
Last Line: The clouds kiss in a swoop.
Subject(s): Abandonment; Dadaism; Night; Silence; Sleep; Desertion; Bedtime

I abandon this too powerful repose
and I run breathless to the swarming of flies
The prophesying of evil days and of lean twilights
and of enduring moments
leads always to this thoroughfare
crammed with clouds and cries
They play fine airs that soon are but the chorus
and it's the night coming
with its paste jewels the stars
Is it time to close one's eyes
It's the hour of bell-chimes
the hither and yon of faces
and electric lights
I do not have to be alone
to believe in free will in candour in courage
All I need is a whiff of tobacco
or a gesture heavy as a bunch of grapes
The smell of murder prowls of necessity
But evening waits blue as a bird
But night is within reach of my hand
But a window opens in a swoop
there is a cry
a glance one can divine
a glance flesh-warm
and the long call of the motionless trees
all that sleeps in immobility
in the perpetual concession of true silence
and that sincerer silence of a darkened peak
the clouds kiss in a swoop.

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