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equivalence isn’t the same as existence
or the same as living or you can go now
flushed out from the shrubbery
to a surface whose angle is
moving toward you & yours
& your dying
but the moths are moths
eating wool blankets & flying round
the desk light too tenderly to escort
a walrus herd in flight toward that lapse
like some dolphins do
"If the aspiration of the avant-garde was to integrate art into life, it has succeeded only in the most insidious way, by becoming the means through which the world is manipulated as a medium and events are produced to create the real."
The woman sitting at the desk is writing, or filing bills, or reading the small booklet she found attached to the cap of her moisturizer, and then she begins to think, or else she is sitting thinking, doing nothing, and either way, the material world external to the thought slowly becomes part of the thought, and the woman, thinking, becomes part of the thought, and so do the skin bumps the moisturizer would otherwise relieve with extra-rich emollients
Dear nobody
I miss you
I went to swim this morning. The sea has grown colder it
was turbulent
not as in waves or wind though those also but inside the
water so many opposing currents
it is—much thicker than water
