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The Juggler
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in my breathing which is never new or tired? Face in the mirror or star hidden by the sun's rays, you are always there but which am I and who is the mirror or the hidden star? Explain me as you are that I may live in time and die when I am dead. The Two Selves I existed before my mind realized me and when I became known tomyself it was with the affection for warmth beside a radiator. So you began for me and I will whisper to your self to give in, to surrender, to close in remembrance, and I will give you up and withdraw into a stone, forever known to you. The Juggler He bows and extracts from his pockets a live rabbit, a tiger cub, a rooster, a monkey, a musical instrument. Is it an oboe? And he is ready and heaves all into the air with one heave and quickly catches each one on its way down, then sends them up again, singlythis time, one after the other. They squawk, hiss, growl, chatter, crow. The oboe emits music! In protest? Who can tell? It is music and that's all. And the juggler is laughing, laughing like a clown and nobody wonders why he uses things alive. 101 ...