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above your clouds, clear new perspectives...

a taste for mountaineering and, ascending

that they and you both live. Perhaps you'll get

within the limits of your stilted semaphore

to connect with distant others, let them see

a hatch that opens out upon the rooftops

and labour upwards. Who knows, you might find

once in a while, the page's gravitation

it cannot fly, at least let it resist

only black ink is left. Even if

a rumination upon ruin, until

fourteen steps down into the cellar

and work up. A sonnet need not always be

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