I.
I remember liquids, especially.
By passive, I mean not
only a general curiosity. Nobody can be constantly moved from one place
to another.
To be sure, I directed a steady gaze
at the moment. At one end
I suppose, I was
walking in the wind for stories, inches,
miles. I classified
the movement in the arties
as the most real.
At the other end, how desperately
slow was the deepening into a
subjection, a disassembly line of
memories, a dull throb-
bing sensation.
It all happened.
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