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from the September 2004 issue

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I saw a ghost pass in the mirror
Someone whispered something in my ear
I said a word, and left.
Graves scattered with the mandrake seeds.
A bleating sound entered the assembly.
Gardens remained hanging.
Straw was scattered with the words.
No fruit is left there.
Someone climbed on the shoulders of another
Someone descended to the netherworld.
Other things are happening
in secret
I don't know what they are-
This is everything.

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