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In the cold warms waters of autumn.
And I did not know they were with me all along
Here in the belly of Ireland.
A Lough Derg of bog and heart where time sits deep
I did not know; and then saw the knowing afloat eye to eye:
I tried to grasp the awe; and it looked deeper into my soul
then became meadowsweet; honeysuckle; oak:
Lucretius knew the knowing that we would live on acorns alone:
Grasp it; gone; then in my breath again.
Swim, deers, with me
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