He did something odd with his hands.
Doves cooed and whales sang in his guts.
He said, "I worried through decisions
I had no power to take, rehearsed
The things I had to say I never
Had to say, and made a mess of things
That made the mess of me." The barn
And old equipment left to fall
Apart entranced him when it caught
The early morning winter sun,
A painting come to life. The cars
And houses, stores and parking lots
Were crowding in around its field
Abandoned to the straw. He said,
"I don't know how to leave all this
Hallucinated world except
Involuntarily." He left.
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