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#8 And so the reality is the process doesn’t Hesitate. In the garden a cat rips open A garbage bag as the forsythia starts To show which I can name now since Somebody told me, in thick, blocky Passages, the way a reckoning Unfolds. And the way I reckon it We should open with the untranslated Born as I doubt to all our dole With the morning in place since all Was not unbeautiful suddenly holding An emergency at bay. Suddenly. Herewith. Outwith the politics Notwithstanding. For none can Call again the passèd time. You stop You do nothing wrong I’d like to Improvise a context, where with, Somewhere where with lilac Camped in conversation where The dogwood lies. Here maybe. Maybe herewith. Sometimes The practice was outsourced to Other territories. We look on. We improvise the simplest things Last. As the winds blow and the Seas and the prospect starts again Out of nothing as the dew starts as The papers circulate making it up as You go along. Through | 76
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#9 As you go as. As the seas. As you Stepped over the threshold. As the Winds as. As the traffic. As the Emergency stops. As you wait as Nothing happens. As you passed Out of the currency. As the letter as After the process after the aircraft Drops. As the contract came good. As a still more intimate model. As Without restriction everything is Lawful now. As the dew falleth On the grass. As they pay you a deep Attention, not even a compliment As you go about your business As for whomever inhabited it As the story breaks. As the process Sets out, as the framework Sequences arbitrarily, as you came From the holy land of a broken state, Sirens, cigarettes, as the small rain Graced the language, outwith, Notwithstanding, as you spoke We showed up late. 77 | Feedback

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And so the reality is the process doesn’t Hesitate. In the garden a cat rips open A garbage bag as the forsythia starts To show which I can name now since Somebody told me, in thick, blocky Passages, the way a reckoning Unfolds. And the way I reckon it We should open with the untranslated Born as I doubt to all our dole With the morning in place since all Was not unbeautiful suddenly holding An emergency at bay. Suddenly. Herewith. Outwith the politics Notwithstanding. For none can Call again the passèd time. You stop You do nothing wrong I’d like to Improvise a context, where with, Somewhere where with lilac Camped in conversation where The dogwood lies. Here maybe. Maybe herewith. Sometimes The practice was outsourced to Other territories. We look on. We improvise the simplest things Last. As the winds blow and the Seas and the prospect starts again Out of nothing as the dew starts as The papers circulate making it up as You go along.

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