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where I do my
thinking. A corner—a
meeting of
the walls
looks interesting to me.
If I could take
the point
the corner
makes—a solitary dot
in space—a moment
where eyes
don’t drift—
and put it into
words, how incredible that
might be.
It can’t.
Moving lines, lives, words…
all so fearfully orderly.
And why
not, really?
Well, because it’s tiresome.
Here’s two lines
at the end…
or three.
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