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That paper cup holding back—a night sweat cuts, to a lip—in expanse of his breathing in—moving out into the grass, never stopping for—a streak, scant, of star flashing—palpitation, or eyelids firing, or weight of love—cast forking spider-silk I claw, from—wakeful blood-tremors—that clasp lovers holding back.

—Ian William L.