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what is missing, that drives me.  not circles, 
or schemes but a happy dream as a thin wisp 
out of the angst.  the one's who know, cheer me on 
as if in this stupidity I could cheer them.
 
            we are of the rocks, the tree, the speaking 
animals -
                  to wait
 
                                     /
 
                                             to measure
 
our lives
                 against the infinite
 
                                    ( so be it
          our senseless laughter
                                              without desire 
                            but this view of the centre's
             edge
                      gasping 
                                     air
 			
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
      
         
         
      
         
         
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