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| Forward to next poem Back to Clare Saponia page | some call it hope Far off in perpetuity beyond the echoes of blood and majesty, temper, favour and podium, a radio crackled and promised something like destination for the limp, for the political, for the silence of vision, the invisibility of mantra, the simplicity not yet accomplished. New dwelling. New dwelling. |
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