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Run to me, run across all rushing streets within the rocking
Town, around the lonely walls, with no doors, of hiding
Silence -- dropping all that hands could retain -- and stumbling
Over nights, run in evenings, jumping over hollow mornings.
Run to me, run until you do not feel how, with the pushes
Of your heels, you move the ground from the twilight lisping
In the dark -- towards the fire of the sun. Run breathing
With the sky stuck between your teeth. Run, tranquil in the tumult,
With the moon. Run to me as rabid as the landslide crashing
In the reticence of ridges. Run, ripping metal
Tendons strung upon your ribs of the playing cello,
Till you fall, till you can but lie by me, becoming weightless.
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