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First Lines



I don't know what the sea is doing tonight

the Gadarene swine seem to have swarmed into the city

do lilies grow in fields do birds never toil for their keep?

fog rolled over us at breakfast with bourbon outside

bituminous are the rocks at the waters edge

don't look at the sun keep gazing at your shadow

drops dripped branches cracked ice tortured leaves

toil away for the lasting crown as the lilies toil away

never know never what the sea is doing don't look