The Multiplied Eye

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Hey Tim- I always seem to find another poem within your poems:

We dance
cutouts on a backlit stage
clumsy to reach an end...
I wait on the other side
with milk and strawberries
for the stragglers like me.

I'm reading The Wasteland: a Biogrpahy of a Poem.  One of the many interesting ideas I've come across is that every poem written is based in large part on every other poem that has ever been written, the tradition, so I think it's great how you can do that.  The Tradition in action.

I do miss the bridge to oblivion