i want to call requests through heating-vents,
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and hear them answered with a whispered, "no."
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to crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense.
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let every second step in boots on snow
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complete your name with accents i can't place,
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that stumble where the syllables combine.
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take depositions from a stranger's face.
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paint every insignificance a sign.
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so tell me nothing matters, less or more.
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say, "whatever we think actions are,
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we'll never know what anything was for."
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if "near is just as far away as far,"
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and i'm permitted one act i can save,
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i choose to sit here next to you and wave.
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(Manifest)
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| The Weakerthans |
