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95 The Long Journey One day the world becomes simpler you put down your suitcase and no longer think of its contents the many pairs of socks threaded out of miles nights and days of underwear not even the shirts with their better luck. The game was much simpler than you thought sit down, clear a corner at a table, make room for your elbows and a plate for an omelet. How to even guess who to love? Who strew the stars in the pocket window of night? You know there is much further to go and much is closer than your skin— who was it you ever called saying hello? Who could make you forget your name? Go through the alphabet, try to recount your lovers recall each name. Don’t count on answers, questions that take no action only this great declension of the sun 365 days of revolution and the quarter left to give away like a good pat on the back. ...

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