As If Then
When and whence,
No, where
They fall as if
In the semblance
Of last year’s foliaged
Leaves and loves falling
From fragrances
Unforgettable hells
Lest the bitter spells
Make me swear
As if
You fit me
Like a tee
To a glove
As the ball is caught
By my brothers
If it’s just
It is just begun
For you and all the others
At the bottom
With their fathers
Their ever-prudent sisters
And always-blessed mothers
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