1850
6.23
23.i.25
pto
for wise surprise
I build my page
as if a world
of error and of trial
from finite signs
by whim
and under fire
the this the that the all
with daylight to it
another side dark
as if a written skin
yet lit
I reach down like the tree
touch toes
swim what colours
there are
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