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There’s Something like Pain in the Room

There’s something like pain in the room, and
it’s partly overcome: but the weight
of objects wins, in meaning
weight and deprivation.
 
There’s something like red in the tree, but it’s
the orange of the lamp base
bought in places I don’t want to remember
because they also carry weight.
 
As I can know nothing of your hunger
precise in their will
are the stylized fountains
well placeable is the overturning of a destiny
of men divided by oblique noise.