after Michael Palmer's "Sonnet: Now I see them"
the doorway mentions x disappears
then a face he before somebody
with white for arms a second street wears
you sitting in one see easily
without seven is the red mirror
random is grey a cloud cap hearing
them and there's a noise painted silver
dark leans against the lines containing
five goes by the table numbers four
I find them now a long fence sonnet
see that we and my numbers the more
look for the father I before it
now down to me x has its laughter
on so I can move Michael Palmer
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