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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
 			
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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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
 
			
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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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