1876
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18.ii.25
taking a word for a walk upstairs
a solipsism
returning,
find not twice the same
nor you,
yourself
the bird in
me
or any insect
in the bird
thing is what
it is
we are
all said
make of blank
a mind
make mist
beginning in
the word
we’re free
to rattle at
nostalgia chains
go randomly
go with a
purpose
by hand
by head
or in the
keys
what we take
for a mirror
now carpet
roll
here’s
symbolic frolic
last age
before it’s the machine
I’ll other
you out
please flesh
we have
always been preparing a way
please oh
please oh won’t you
take me where
I haven’t been
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