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In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:Live in the layers,not on the litter.Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written.I am not done with my changes. The Collected Poems

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