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Wind (to Morton Feldman)

Who'd have thoughtthat snow failsit always circled whirlinglike a thoughtin the glass ballaround me and my bear

Then it seemed beautifulcontainmentsnow whirlednothing ever fellnor my little bearbad thoughtsimprisoned in crystal

beauty has replaced itself with evilAnd the snow whirls onlyin fatal windsbriellythen fallsit always loathed containment beastsI love evil