1831
6.3
3.i.25
a doctrine of
inconsequence
aggressive passivity
so far as not to matter, I
so small as to go unseen
so soft to the touch and quiet now
here by way of coincidence
delving in the underday
eyes to the vast of moment
cued, from gone to next
living on the whiff of a risk
laughing at my own wit yet
as if I’d come from nowhere
and now I’m home again
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