FOUR
II
if being morticed with a dream
myself speaks
(whispering,
suggesting that our souls
inhabit whatever is between them)
knowing my lips hands the way i move
my habits laughter
i say
you will perhaps pardon,
possibly you will comprehend. and how
this has arrived your mind may guess
if at sunset
it should, leaning against me, smile;
or(between dawn and twilight) giving
your eyes, present me also
with the terror of shrines
which noone has suspected (but
wherein silently
always
are kneeling the various deaths
which are your lover lady: together with what keen
innumerable lives he has not lived.
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