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Mansion

So it came time
 for me to cede myself
and I chose
the wind
 to be delivered to

The wind was glad
 and said it needed all
the body
it could get
 to show its motions with

and wanted to know
 willingly as I hoped it would
if it could do
something in return
 to show its gratitude

When the tree of my bones
 rises from the skin I said
come and whirlwinding
stroll my dust
 around the plain

so I can see
 how the ocotillo does


and how saguaro-wren is
and when you fall
 with evening

fall with me here
 where we can watch
the closing up of day
and think how morning breaks

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