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---
-title: Swansong
-id: swansong-alt
-subtitle: alternate version
-genre: verse
-project:
-    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
-    class: autocento
-...
-This poem is dry like [chapped lips][].  \
-[It is hard as teeth][]---hear the tapping?  \
-It is the swan song of beauty, as all \
-swan songs are.  [Reading][] it, you are \
-puzzled, perhaps a little repulsed.  \
-Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing.  \
-A honking over the cliff is all \
-they can do, and that they do \
-badly.  You don't know where I'm going.  \
-You want to tell me, [You are not you][].  \
-[You are the air the swan walks on.][]  \
-You are the fringe of the curtain \
-[that separates me from you][].  I say \
-that you are no longer the temple, \
-that you have been through [fire][] \
-and are now less than ash.  You are \
-the subtraction of yourself from \
-the world, [the air without a swan][].  \
-Together, we are each other.  You \
-and I have both nothing and everything \
-at once, we own the world and nothing in it.
-[chapped lips]: time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
-[It is hard as teeth]: no-nothing.html
-[Reading]: poetry-time.html
-[You are not you]: about-the-author.html
-[You are the air the swan walks on.]: swansong.html
-[that separates me from you]: elegyforanalternateself.html
-[fire]: fire.html
-[the air without a swan]: finding-the-lion.html

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1	---
2	title: Swansong
3	id: swansong-alt
4	subtitle: alternate version
5	genre: verse
6
7	project:
8	title: Autocento of the breakfast table
9	class: autocento
10	...
11
12	This poem is dry like [chapped lips][]. \
13	[It is hard as teeth][]---hear the tapping? \
14	It is the swan song of beauty, as all \
15	swan songs are. [Reading][] it, you are \
16	puzzled, perhaps a little repulsed. \
17	Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing. \
18	A honking over the cliff is all \
19	they can do, and that they do \
20	badly. You don't know where I'm going. \
21	You want to tell me, [You are not you][]. \
22	[You are the air the swan walks on.][] \
23	You are the fringe of the curtain \
24	[that separates me from you][]. I say \
25	that you are no longer the temple, \
26	that you have been through [fire][] \
27	and are now less than ash. You are \
28	the subtraction of yourself from \
29	the world, [the air without a swan][]. \
30	Together, we are each other. You \
31	and I have both nothing and everything \
32	at once, we own the world and nothing in it.
33
34	[chapped lips]: time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
35	[It is hard as teeth]: no-nothing.html
36	[Reading]: poetry-time.html
37	[You are not you]: about-the-author.html
38	[You are the air the swan walks on.]: swansong.html
39	[that separates me from you]: elegyforanalternateself.html
40	[fire]: fire.html
41	[the air without a swan]: finding-the-lion.html