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04/28/2026 14:58h
Must I, in this question I am asking, include myself Asking it? Must I include my face— My face that I cannot see—through which I speak This question about my eyes, about the field Of vision, in which my hands press down these letters Unattached to my arms? The sunlight Comes in the window and lights up my hands As they work. The world is not being kind But there is the sensation of kindness. There is an appeal to a rule when we realize a term Behaves uncomfortably. God falls down Into grammar and says