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I don't know what to say
is this my grief face? For a man unknown
for the path not hoed.

Is this my distance,
to see and never see him? For a man so woven
and unwoven at once.

In the distance a snake, circling,
the blind wanderer, bearing a lantern,
caroling, curtaining, calling out in the night.

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