rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.
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Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle
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How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.
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Don't sign your name between worlds, surmount the manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live.
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Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.
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Speak you too, speak as the last, say out your say. Speak- But don’t split off No from Yes. Give your say this meaning too: Give it the shadow. Give it shadow enough, Give it as much As you know is spread round you from Midnight to midday and midnight. Look around: See how things all come alive- By death! Alive! Speaks true who speaks shadow. But now the place shrinks, where you stand: Where now, shadow-stripped, where? Climb. Grope upwards. Thinner you grow, less knowable, finer! Finer: a thread The star wants to descend on: So as to swim down beliow, down here Where it sees itself shimmer:in the swell Of wandering words.
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