CLASS BEGINS
in the song of a boy who will not speak in the upper range where his fingers become cunning black birds you might hear a foot drop like a heavy book a dictionary for instance and this will be his sentence his single thought lost in the simple dry air we call a lesson 1987
in the song of a boy who will not speak
in the upper range where his fingers
become cunning black birds
you might hear
a foot drop like a heavy book
a dictionary
for instance and this will be
his sentence his single thought
lost in the simple dry air
we call a lesson
1987
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