Oh
we find it
and photograph it
bury it out of sight
and try to sleep with it
tunnel the earth
for one of its hands
to lead us
as if
we could follow you
as we followed to Bedlam
and part
as we followed
past Live
but you give us the slip
poem by Eric Torgersen
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