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| This happened back East, among exhibits, years since we ended as us. I remembered you, the waterless fieldwork, and dissertations too arid to publish; khaki tipped me, or lines at the mouth. |
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Acknowledgement can go with real estate: low shrubs, spiked life, and a mind of spoor in hardpan, hunting prints or bones across tan tracts. I felt neutral, confronting one I'd known, another dealer in the past's job lots. |
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And yet, despite myself, not you I stopped-- one lean, in beige, and tanned. Nor was it long since we split, a jigsaw less than epochal-- a mutual drift, I'd say, continental today. Coasts apart, we argue in journals. |
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In most recognitions, I think, we must pay for what strikes us; the last piece drops, doping us out. Presque vu was not exactly empirical, a knowing's tactile bits, but it did cost: I wouldn't call to bare the aperçu. |
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| I shall not further resolve this being two, and strange.
As those will, who cross paths in museums, we drifted, and the vistas yawned, but I would ask of the missing. Assembly, of course, is the crime of omission--maybe the best one can do. |
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