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MEADOWBRIDGE There might be working some kind of throwaway Meditation on Being, just From what I am looking at Right here. I can't tell, myself: But it may already have happened When I batted my eyea new fix Ofsun lined out, squaring off: a fresh Steel bridge, exactly true To a crosscut ofstarkness And silver. Tell me: why do I want To put over it, the right hand drawing Inexhaustibly drawing out of the left, a vibration Ofthreads? This also, beholders, Is a fact, gauze Burns o££ keeps coming: the bridge breaks through anything I can pull from my hand. No matter how I brim, there is No softening. Field, what hope? The Eagle's Mile 175 ...

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