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One only leaf, adagioed up

subject to grays of inflamed glut,

leaf that eyes and knows of the dark

might of green in whittled down space.

Leaf of groping self indulgent

stubborn place where the moulding holds

firm in a breeze girdling cross-stitch

clearer in an aura of lank hair.

To sieze a moment in the gone

window where the species is lighted

anew with leaves-with green so green

that this today so only mine

is a here leaf and I think too

a leaf of speech where day stands up.