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4.xii.23
everything
was first imagined
for the
philosophy of table tennis
dreamt, as in a book
some sung
or hymn to
else, how otherwise?
one had the mind’s eye for it all
some one
the arbitrary – as if thing
were merely
and could be any
just drifted in
you could say
guess as good as
go on
say object, matter –
whim of time
and why not?
truly
as if the day were full of years
of every one till now
plain swept
and shaped
to a foretelling
the city of all will be gone again
it happens and happens
it’s all until
and for a reason
the end was always all around
and had to be imagined
people are young to speak of
they don’t know what they say
the snow falls where we’re finished
no one reads a sign
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