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Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear
curving

— Kenneth Patchen

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You, the woman; I, the man; this, the world:
And each is the work of all.

You, the sought for; I, the seeker; this, the search:
And each is the mission of all.

You, the village; I, the stranger; this, the road:
And each is the work of all.

Have you wondered why all the windows in heaven were
broken?
Have you seen the homeless in the grave of God's
hand?
Do you want to acquaint the larks with the fatuous
music of war?

The animal I wanted
Couldn't get into the world...
I can hear it crying
When I sit like this away from life.

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