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"I was not finished when I plugged in another light
to have two lights and spite the original light


  		 like light at night

Michaux said about art:  it exists to 
   	ward off the surrounding powers of the hostile world

	we are all inside creating.
	again, the hostile world is not pregnant with love &
		

The creations are spinning arcs and simple tongues

The awakening not drowning in the tide though, living
like the parallels are big Canadian city concepts:


The pine hills are blues     see: the jays are high up
in northern branches the beams just break them into quarters


I placed the shaky hand on the one hand to steady it
the table was an island majestic tight low and lovely


we are all light

	again the way I looked at them all slanty-evil
The shakey grin was an owl consideration


spinning spinning heads wrong heads


like the medium-sized reggae cities with street festivals


These are all just songs on the ledge recorded in a tin can


I looked at them