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9 to kew by tram Lying down among the daffodils I am composed but not the daffodils because I crushed them! Not as an act in itself It was auxiliaryWere my next attempt to stand myself erect upon my feet I would leave behind devastation in the organized shape of my body This is also how I move myself through space Everywhere these holes I don’t look back toWhen I return as a giraffe the holes will have to changeThey will say no god would plan on such a shape And if then I lie down again on these yellow flowers they will teach me that my goldenness is dim ...

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