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I know that my profile will be serene
in the nroth of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.

For if ivy and the cool of linen
are the norm of the body I leave behind,
my profile in the sand will be the old
unblushing silence of a crocodile.

And though my tongue of frozen doves
will never taste of flame,
only of empty broom.

I'll be a free sign of oppressed norms
on the neck of the stiff branch
and in teh ache of dahlias without end.
   ---, Stanley Wilkin and Vanessa Gatley
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