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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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