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15.ix.23
4.259
in the hours of
unwaking
my unborn, flawless
waiting out
till time is passed
feeling as if
past things
are yet to happen
and so must do again what was
everything less when lit
then all the world is more
once someone said
‘I am who I am’
or was it ‘that?’
but I must populate a page
and raise the dead of it
make peace
by means of vague inscription
it was never remembering held us back
but the truth of what we had to remember
I live a life beyond myself
if you can find me here
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