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I work on the other side of the page
for wise surprise
day comes through here there
the half words and the almost things
animal processional
unfretted, just where I happen
the under, somber, thins through
it is as falling in with
octave peaks and driving snow
one tiptoes round the keys and strings
and where the worlds career
eye and the ear in all things
touch
knowing the way I don’t know
knowing I don’t know the way
having been always and never before
all along and gone
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