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Things do not come to me
as they come to you
as through a door
opened to let in the morning light.
Poised and calm, you
like a clean tablet, take first impressions
Then outflow it in matter for the soul
or the mind.
In that white light of reason that bathes you
I stand blase and unclean
My amorphous mass
absorbs, and gains mass, infinitely.
To will, I shuffle
an impulse and a planning
of my thoughts and ideas
which way they course.
I do and do not
seek words, and pare and add
this way and that
to create the...