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"I am a small poem On a page with room For another. Share with me This white field, Wide as an acre Of snow, clear But for these tiny Markings like the Steps of a bird. Come. Now. This is the trough Of the wave, the Seconds after Lightning, thin Slice of silence As music ends, The freeze before The melting. Hurry. Lie down beside me. Make angels. Make devils. Make who you are."