Two Form Poems

Form I
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there is, i know this,
a real vase on a table,
apprehended?  i don't know
what that is.
but it is in a more real light,
casts no shadow,
and holds water i cannot drink.
a flower appears in it,
perhaps a gerber daisy,
but it is a perfect daisy,
with the perfect blush of bloom,
and summer is here in december,
i somehow feel warmer,
sitting here in the mud,
wet, and stuck.

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Form II
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i believe in unicorns,
as Tacitus, i report them,
not in Germania,
yet reflecting in my mind,
no one drew a picture,
i just know.