4070. I WILL BE MOVING YOU TO THE LEFT

I WILL BE MOVING YOU

TO THE LEFT

There doesn't have to be a real reason for the

shading of light or the washing of glass by

fresh rainwater. These things occur regardless

of our position or human attitude. Therefore I

have nothing to say about what happens on a

daily basis. We must instead simply learn to

move along within that grid without thinking or

flinching, as it re-orders our priorities or alter

whatever we may feel. The end result, I do

suppose, is meant to be satisfaction.

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We seek to achieve a result that is, somehow,

most clear only to us. Communication results

as we attempt to talk about the shape and feel

of what we try to mean - yet somehow it only

produces side issues of little consequence.

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I want to shy away from telling things that mean

too much, of reciting them in singsong to others,

losing meaning and worth. I would rather act the

swan at a pelican's wake, earning encomiums

and nicknames of mirth at some Princeton

streetside fence adrift with bold graffiti. The

rather neat men and women of glamorous

mien will enable the works to work. They

attend the febrile theater, seeking to dance

at melodies and song. They buy their season

box to watch McArter women stage diaphanous

plays of spirits and gnomes.

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All about me, they will be there, as I recall the

saddest memory of complexions past and walk

my way through confusion and harm. I will push

you to the left - out of danger's way and into

the arms, instead, of something else. Your

un-named charm beseeches me onward.

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I am owned by nothing but all,

and I possess the title to the world