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it is not a matter. what is sense, but a connection 
   where self disappears or becomes the instrument and 
the head is large with what it discovers - as a line that 
   drifts on, out to the yard long and continuous, past 
the rocks, parking lots, malls and centres...
		
			
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they let you go - far enough, you don't know
 
         there will be a time and location of the natural.  no 
computer beeps in the deep forest -
                       (too many hours, unmarked, to get there
 
			
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- want in a dark hour, a rosy spirit  -
         to appear, and that when we laugh, it is of 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
                     laughter itself
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
      
         
         
      
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
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