INTERRUPTIONS
Something like the fly buzzing around catches
my imagination now : it can hear what I want
to say, I'm thinking. This carbon-copy world,
like the fly, has many eyes. Everyone looking
for something : that Japanese couple, with the
ash-paper camera and the see-it-all eyes; I
already know to love them in return. This is
our world; a papier-mache doll if ever to be.
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