three years ago I
lay my hands on a line
drawn in chalk, explaining in
full-length a list to the deepest
levels, intuition on the
left side.
Move in on the fire,
desperately moaning, to dance -
stop, stop it - we have to sit uneasily,
recall infant spirit.
Concentrate on the 'J's.
I give the word.
Please read aloud
each of the names.
Hold this, a diary.
Get near me and I
will recall the
direct connection.
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