APPROXIMATE
POINT OF IMPACT
The park has its trees, the ocean has its
waves. Every little thing amounts to something
somewhere. I have a hearty lamp which no
tattler will ever turn out : Stringfellow bulb
pull, ever-present illuminations too.
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One thousand years ago today a part of me
was born : the language part, the gauge of
gifts and words, the long, trailing moment
of message. Two thousand years ago my eyes
were opened; three thousand, I was granted
my hands and limbs. Incessant, all this.
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For the nonce, there's a message; like
Shakespeare in an envelope, like Oscar
in a box. I'll never know; things just are.
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