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You led the way of white walls
And wooden floors and open doors
And birds and birds and birds
And all with dusty back
Among these books all leather-jacketed
But I could only find, in my own time
The way to Arizona's yellow tent
Afloat upon the lake

And I'm alone but in another way
I found a black bat tangled in a birch tree
If I'm a body, you're a blanket on me
If I'm a forest you're the field at my feet
If I'm a comer that the dark backs into

You're the darkness that this comer clings to
If I'm a mountain with the moon above me
I, the mountain, choose the moon to envy

And there's a line on my palm
I know it's not very long
I know it's not what you want
But there's a light in the dark
And there'll be light if I'm gone

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