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—for Anton Webern 















                                                         place Pigalle night nine teen o five 















                                                         the house of Dr Gachet 















                                                         a light not enough
                                                         to see what color 















                                                         this was told to you 















                                                         will all of it be 















                                                         cold for now
                                                         from where
                                                         a wind 















                                                         wait and there
                                                         no
                                                         still
                                                         at once 















                                                         dust
                                                         in line a long 















                                                         the stone
                                                         got smaller
                                                         what else 















                                                        to and then took
                                                         now down
                                                         a path
















                                                         no go not to 















                                                         water wave worn
                                                         turn to stone 















                                                         soundless those
                                                         for many were
                                                         a light 















                                                         though known held off in telling 















                                                         glass
                                                         hold
                                                         tone 















                                                         light shaped for touch 















                                                         golden was
                                                         or not
                                                         before 















                                                         night wound stars 















                                                         twist
                                                         about
                                                         that here
                                                         and there may be was not 















                                                         turned around
                                                         by the way 















                                                         three
                                                         far
                                                         towards the sound 















                                                         in play for long 















                                                         against and line unfold
                                                         air
                                                         ground 















                                                         sediment 















                                                         open
                                                         and a light for
                                                         the call 















                                                         clearing
                                                         near
                                                         fire 















                                                         hold out seen to touch over 















                                                         up
                                                         curve
                                                         used to share the earth 















                                                         carved hold on air 















                                                         winged caught fall
                                                         rooted here 















                                                         fourfold 















                                                         one flying would
                                                         a place given 















                                                         a rock here turn the way 















                                                         will be one so there 















                                                         hard run tide fold 















                                                         they where none 















                                                         what was said
                                                         to hold 















                                                         will
                                                         tell
                                                         the hand turned 















                                                         there
                                                         and there
                                                         broken for this 















                                                         light
                                                         and found a way 















                                                         stone as
                                                         made for 















                                                         still fold of cloth 















                                                         weight
                                                         and a long time
                                                         held fast 















                                                         still held
                                                         one will come 















                                                         turning to speak
                                                         a change 















                                                         be silent
                                                         dance 















                                                         waiting too long 















                                                         door way 















                                                         from so far
                                                         framed by
                                                         out 















                                                         opening
                                                         no way back 















                                                         dust mud dust