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Excerpt from a Story I'll Never Write (Only Live) (III)

Thank you
    (lowers jaw,
                      nose,forehead
                 even with her own,
                 lips plant)

                 for being patient
                 with me.


We
ll(eyes
vibrate      
taut, drill boring core
mind soul heart)
I think you're worth it.
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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo