resting on a stair, is it here? is it
anywhere, in another place? if
we can see it there, we can see its face
isn't it like a man wearing lace
in another time, in a whole other
atmosphere, we might see a role for
lacey men to play, somewhere they could stay
like a dog in a cage out in space
closing fast on a farm a speeding bo-
dega rushing on with a little reci-
pe for me to rustle my fingers through like parrots in
locked-up wire-frame houses, and
resting on a stair, is it here? is it
anywhere? in another town? if
we can find the town, we can take it down
dress the man in a white wedding gown
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