I am mixed up with a Neruda
In a deep well of other beings.
My old moon drops in a well
As my single dream upholds
A pail dropped on its stillness,
With childhood’s moon there.
I am mixed up with a Neruda
In a deep well of other beings.
My old moon drops in a well
As my single dream upholds
A pail dropped on its stillness,
With childhood’s moon there.
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