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Or isn't the truth we dropped everything to have that coke
Not much whereabouts to speak of
No such August afternoon
Though it was the city
That much we could name
And this was a way we'd come
To articulate happiness
Call it improvising on the evidence
Needs be.

And truth be told what we need surely
Is a new kind of document equal
To the places we constructed between us
Where the road hangs and the river
Drops below the stones so we can
Know it at least as witness
Adequately call it.         Phrase the affect
To have, to hold, the Habeas
Corpus of just stepping out, hanging
At the side of the track a mark
Of everything we've done together
Persons    present according
After names keep.