Parading

Let the heart’s pain slack off

To that secret place we go to in time
To that secret place we go to in time
To that secret place we go to in time
Without rhyme’s safety to assure us
Without rhyme’s safety to assure us
All gift is, that perfect joy. Some sign. —John Wieners
All gift is, that perfect joy. Some sign.
—John Wieners

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