HERE IS WHAT I PROPOSE
This moment is no more than a cracker-barrel
slap-fest. I will give it to you. Right back to
the beginnings : everything turns, all this elastic
time stretches itself around matter. We sit, enchanted?
The lady wants to wake me - she is gossamer and
holds a light. In her lap, the Book of Things.
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I roamed twenty hills and valleys before I came here.
Behind me, there was a story, and before me another
one stretched. There always was - I propose -
a tomorrow before there was a today.
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