we had rented this space, see  & when i saw her in the library      asked are there rivers you can't swim in  for fear of disease i mean                   understand me                 of you, of forgiving you                     yesterday            on her      one by      "haven't you"      skin one      fixates      unnerve      fanta      dust mote      horren      shadows  say something      in two & threes she discovered limita                           "& i ask myself      what is form but                 an assault to the eye &              an adherence    why must they bother me at all                                                                                        helpless as     the woman asleep on the chair  egoless & unconsciencious & subject     to the widest permission      i will be kind  since i enlist her but                  exaulting                                                    is the tradition"

 

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