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Like a dewy abstraction, palpable
And numinous, touches feeling—
“It evanesces”—those feelings touch facts
Outnumbering them,
Hope would not be an
Ally here if I missed anything,
If this long poem—draft of a draft of a draft—were
Not the part taken for the whole
A remnant metonymizing
The accelerated time-lapse of a devastation more
Total than “the end of the world”
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