once you seen the green pages
and they flutter into a clutter
see what you say
as they follow the cloves
of your folding memories
mighty might say they say everything that's said
moving in grain,
with thousand tamborines
clashy cloudy clay chimes
know that i saw you
I say you
Know that I knew you
and you knew too few
to tie the knot
to lie
and sigh.
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