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2001-06-00 U80

I want to know permanent things.
The whole world is constantly changing
and dying and being born.
I wish I had thoughts that were
warm and were clear like the mornings.
These summer days have me in
mourning dress.
Touching my head to my sex to my breasts.
Wishing for Westerly winds that
will bring me some fear in religion.

Let the spring of my faith now begin.