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flow
the random and the written
afloat and under, pressing
the up with often pointed
a perpendicular horizon
print shown through
ink over drop blot falling now
rain smudge in leaf to leaf pressed
crowd of characters as figured
act and know themselves
as if for a need
systems in each other’s care
the tightwire and the cloud caught falling
standing the lip service
the knowing and the not
darkening hunch
and let’s say prejudice
over ongoing
last drinks
last meal
hard scribing
tomb so stone
bright of beginning
the one life and another
my time cannot be wasted
I inhabit the one mind
a casual performance
such as was life
merrily merrily merrily merrily
this much as uncertain
the nothing we can hide
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