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ALT But for all you I Have neglected, ignored, Left to stew in your own juices, Not been that friend that is approaching, I ask forgiveness, a song new like rain. Please sing it to me.

ALT A Poem of Unrest Men duly understand the river of life, misconstruing it, as it widens and its cities grow dark and denser, always farther away. And of course that remote denseness suits us, as lambs and clover might have if things had been built to order differently. But since I don't understand myself, only segments of myself that misunderstand each other, there's no reason for you to want to, no way you could even if we both wanted it. Do those towers even exist? We must look at it that way, along those lines so the thought can erect itself, like plywood battlements.

ALT The miracle took you in beside him. Leaves rushed the window, there was clear water and the sound of a lock. Now I never see you much any more. The summers are much colder than they used to be In that other time, when you and I were young. I miss the human truth of your smile, The halfhearted gaze of your palms, And all things together, but there is no comic reign Only the facts you put to me. You must not, then, Be very surprised if I am alone: it is all for you, The night, and the stars, and the way we used to be.