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Far Out
I realized
again -
that
I didn’t know what day it was.
And
That I don’t much care.
Time
is
not mine.
I write everyday.
I once wrote -
1200 words in 5 minutes.
(By hand.)
Whatever that means.
Sometimes/most times
I stir myself up,
crash into myself,
As though
Invading the underworld,
like the I Ching
spoke of,
long ago.
I think
I bend
so far
& not
break.
It is
far
out.
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