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Cameo One

WE HAVE GONE
GONE. GONE
in the hole where
soul swells
into
nothing
leaving solid space
where profiles
of gods and fairies
are carved
and
finely
polished
by the clanking of trucks,
thunder-shaking
waves,
and the taste of mangos.

From Mysteriosos and Other Poems by Michael McClure. Copyright © 2010 by Michael McClure. Used by permission of New Directions.

From Mysteriosos and Other Poems by Michael McClure. Copyright © 2010 by Michael McClure. Used by permission of New Directions.

Michael McClure

by this poet

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Clear — the senses bright — sitting in the black chair — Rocker —
the white walls reflecting the color of clouds
moving over the sun. Intimacies! The rooms

not important — but like divisions of all space
of all hideousness and beauty. I hear
the music of myself and