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~ laugh anyway - that taken as serious is just a scratch. the real centre, is intact - is of a beauty ... a strength of unwavering, of a solid solitude - and of the horror, - its release ~ I'm years back - and feel driven to let the swirl ... what shape, give it? some stay calm with higher faith, some are drunk - on knees confess their misery drive to go on. shifts and changes as today on the porch felt a sense of spring (rain smell, released dirt - November wet grass and leaves ~ no centre to teach, but becomes excuse that unbelievably yields a value: the soft, human - the voices, a result of that which contains them - a mask, a body, the centre -
a centre of the arbitrary unknown
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