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in the shocked variety that your face makes pools
Swim, finally of approach to where they meet things
Turning away as they do in mute question here can be seen what they
                                                                                                  bring
With them into the shadows they make of themselves. The tuned
Meeting of a flash and passed bringing back across your skin
And whatever it is that you’re thinking that etudes
Is, the wealth that gets away stilt, still the coming out you
Where arms, legs, gesturing movement, matter has such meaning it can fit
                                                                                              hardly in.
Crawling in the street below with shopping bags, the bowed back’s pain
                                                                                                shouts
Echoes from the, nearly choking on itself opposite - the red bricks standing
                                                                                           out - house
However crumbling in on itself oblivious, and although it doesn’t ache, its
                                                                                                 state
Disappearing into obdurate inwardness still surety brings in a spark its
                                                                             equivalent of a name
As the ray in your looking down on how your shadow’s gonna grow
Propagates knowledge even in the skin of objects, peopling folds.