sAyingsometHing

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15 Dec 2006

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (52)

posture, my derivative young friend, displays your soul

when you are working, I'm not working to perform you

dried fish, an apple, even harsh tea sets your mind to principles
that form indelible impressions on one resistent audience

whenever furniture is given away,
there is a greater probability of echoing within the room

I call myself a prisoner of discipline

listen to me prompt you to divulge the secret of yourself:
paint makes for adequate disguise

continuance is what is asked and soon after, denied

narration's brimming over with a hunger for description
of what may not be solved, merely admired

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