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dear indistinguishable
wasn't going to do this but suddenly in
tandem again, one hour inhabited by the last hour, the next hour, in the
same way that, when opened, window bleeds and words are spoken from themouths
of other words, back-to-back-to-the-wall
so you become what you point at, one-times-one,
as if it is now but undifferentiated, reciprocal and seamless
not so hidden as tokened
not so revealed as unloaded in poises
while foot stampedes the ground it intends
to reveal, until, naturally, nothing is possible
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