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Lacy always wrap.
Drumming ear tolls, cushions
caging bleu ribrib ache -
nestling legs general paw, 
bodyneedtobeneedtobe
Always ox(ish) head yolks 
allway liftings blankets shirts comforters
& nesting, angling Lacy Way This Way
& That (Way), so ---

Lacy building cabins in woods, paintings imprisoned ceiling mural heavens, wombs
Lacy Way away from here: Mom's belly weaver dreamings&time-share vacas 
nexto Jackie Boy couching hard wombsall so padding winter fat
& the pre-hibernative like.
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is C
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N  --  Romance's 
G      Less & Fullest 
         Scale tips just
         a smidge pending
us all.                           upon the view.

Yes, yes, yes:
castle cloud
on! Ward off
Only's, embrace
Only's pending
upon the view.

. . . heels click
on the pavement above
outside my bedroom window
&trance dream cadence
&heart beat trigger -

                                  So, no.

                                   I don't think so.


                                   I are
                                   flatters & vain, Truth: but
                                   why skin descends, rocking
                                   unporcelain bleeding atoms, tiding
                                   messengers tightroping tautiest floss held b'tween
                                   the god's big toe & fat northern lip                               
                                   we can never know.
                                  
T             Mu
  OO





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                  LIFE                                                  (,)




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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