STRANGE TO BE CAUGHT
UP IN SOMETHING
And the wind that blows the endings
forward never takes a break: the man
stands alone, but I see his soul standing
next to him. It differs in shape and size
only slightly from what he appears to
be, though is not. Some form of snow
is peppering white the walkway.
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I once was convinced of nothing,
now I am convinced of everything
at all. Strange to be caught up in
something like this : water dissolves,
returns, goes away again, returns,
makes a fog, and a bead, goes away,
returns. Like a droplet, on a seed.
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