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like nobody’s business
one is continually imagining the inside of the nose
as far as Mars for strange
or take the toothscape, known by tongue
one’s own, anyone’s, the archetype, a god’s
one remembers the strangeness of seeing first
must have been the mind’s eye before
first thing up and into the twist
enslaved by a certain compulsion
(result of many undecidings)
all this means going as far as you go
forgetting a season
one always remembers
but not to notice as such
a little bird tells me over again
who’s listening? who?
something erupts very very far
how all the years are here to the garden
grows over us
parts of a long long way
run out of steam
one is exploring the silence of mind
it’s full to the brim
chattering thing that we are
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