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I asked every flower

I asked every flower I met

had they seen my palest friend.

The one called world-without-end

shook from its august arrête.

“A blink in the dark, pauvrette,

this business of breach and mend.”

Then to search is only to spend?

A bier in the air, oubliette?

“Fertility’s fraud is forget.

The soil that strains in the eye

breeding nuance, nascence, name

re-blooming a world that will die.

Each grain is a doorless my:

To search is only to same.”

from NominaFind it in the library

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