NATURAL OCCURENCE
The automatic sequence of a life soon taken over
makes prisoners of us one and all : the orange
juice in the aisle of glass, the lady with two
hands, holding flowers. I am reading Sartre
while I sit here dwelling, and duping, thinking
myself to matter. If once it was said 'Man' is
the measure of all things, that was before
laser light and micrometers stepped in.
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Here is the corner of Fashion Institute;
kids walking around gay and freely, girls
in their own designs - as if that was
something new and different. Young
men, both genteel and steely, thinking
they already matter, and now stretching
the lines of the martyrs they soon will be.
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