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The poem itself is in the above tiles - the text below is its full-not-full version.

I was always well read had a blue moon before

a thing would make me yell ow without leafing

ten ways I could stop seeping red and tie up

to a moment like sun finger blueprint

some such abandon seeking ye low vision

of all the ways we could be redone

and stumble ooze our bodies open

into yell o the moon and o the sun and o

us ready or not who blew the yeah low close