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speaking of phone calls not sure who i was the 'other night'
how displaced i felt (that's putting it mildly ) (the hour of a globe turning two people upside down when they ought to be 'right side up' or at least some other side up/down/sideways or backwards/ eye to eye/ lip tongue to lip (kiss) face to face/ hip to /hip )
explaining oneself/how
does one do that?
in such a context
that's what gave birth to the idea of a play _ the comedy! the relief of it! (there was laughter)
(and fonts on blogs are weird
never quite coming over as i'd like
but then poetry is a perpetual creation
a forcing of matter
'forcing the matter'
a forcing of matter to shape it such a way that the potter's clay glows in the night
grows in the night
Re:Notes
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