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They were quartering us in these streets

Those centuries ago, and we hung on

To this tongue for long, but haltingly,

Like love itself, we try to get along

And make sounds that are as naked

As Eden. At night we all chase

Separate desires and meet in day

To try to muddle amid the penumbra

Making couplets of the great heave

Of breath and dust, the moon on our shoes

And creatures within us far more ancient

Than humans, les roches a different kind

Of love story. Plants all atrample;

The animals flee before our terror.