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Sep 22, 2009 00:02

act on anxiety
and imaginary motion.
for you,
no stretch is basic...
every word a new element.
but tired of straining,
you strike on speech.

i will not wait for you to swallow
or follow bait into the field.
there's no mind in tiring on...
i give you up as mute.

there's no more solitude in the notion
that no one watches me
than there is in presuming some one does
but never chooses to act.

i don't trade money for money.
and you've nothing to sell
beyond a means.
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