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I'm lost in the centre, as the plant  (dormant with no expression 
   for its own condition, but that what we see and say it to be. 
I'm outside to see - walk past my own office - look close to the 
     rocks I describe and want the air, sense of my own body 
moving up through the lot to the truck.  grin the loss of 
         time I don't think
			
	
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               the days we stink in this work
 
			
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   it's a trick to stay quiet, not to show lack of interest.  slight 
marvel at my system - to make time go, avoid work:  a walk, the 
      glance at texts - the chat, the conscious joke, note 
              the unknowns with faked concern -
                    note these clouds (never before
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
                                          - sun on
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         portables
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
      
         
         
      
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
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