NO
is my body you will drop by drop.
my face was going deaf in a painting;
will loose my hands on quicksilver;
leave my feet in two days of dust. You are going, we will all!
It's my voice that made you
hood closed as we are not.
at launch, before your eyes.
And the look that you will surrender,
when he looks, juniper and elm.
I leave you with your same breath:
as evaporated moisture from your body.
I leave you with wakefulness and sleep,
and more faithful in your memory and delete me.
And in your memory as I go
those who were not born or plains or woods.
Blood and I would be in the palms
in your work and in your mouth with wine.
Your
involved and would be burned in marches
yours that never hear,
and your passion that echoes in the night, as dementia
seas alone!
We will all, we will all!
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