"...Where I get frightened I could never gather birds enough
to carry round your heart.
But I see traces of your thoughts out here...
I see a sight; I hear a sound.
I only comfort in the brittleness of days
when I can hold what I just found.
…And just tonight that I could be where you are near
And just forget where I am lost..."
(The Tallest Man on Earth, "Tangle in This Trampled Wheat")
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