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Poem for My One-Legged Lover, the Wine Glass, No. 51 Sometimes he prayed, Sometimes, He rolled in ashes, Sometimes, he tried to understand The moods of rivers. He knew He never had A prior life, But he kept Trying to find it. He knew He would not have A future life, He kept writing For the future, Even when he felt He was not there.