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Glasses of fire
mirrored in their cylinders
hot dances, wildeyed loves,
thick heads and busted jaws
on the summer porch.
Hardons when work is done
like an airplane vaulting the mountain sky.
I can no more sing out the song,
through cycles run,
than the ring on the bathtub is, or does.
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