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29.viii.23
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there are no signs
without meaning
no mark made ever asemic
nor spot of paint
nor spit flow
just as a fart may remind you of dinner
so is the eye bound
least scratch
footfall
touch
a run in and out of the light
word lurks under the unsaid
a pencil trail shows where
decision not to think
will always engage
in our midst, adventure
much as to say
even the shapeless body
takes form
time’s passages in every head
these are pictures of nothing at all
here’s a list of things Socrates never said
but that’s another poem
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