if you and i awakening
discover that (somehow
in the dark) this world has been
Picked, like a piece
of clover, from the green meadow of
time
lessness; quietly
turning
toward me the
guessable mirrors which your eyes are
You will communicate a little
more than twice all that
so
gently
while we were asleep while
we were each other disappeared: but i
slightly
smiling,
gradually shall reenter the
singular kingdom
(sleep)
.while some
thing else
kisses busily
a
memory, which how exquisitely
flutters in
the cornerless tomorrow
e.e. cummings
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