A shortcut quilt, either
the board where the chess players
are minimal
in the face of so much plot, be it
Behold the Man
in its innumerable tiredness,
its apostasy that of little value
but to divert it
of the previous deviations, either
Behold the Man
his immersion in the teima, his emersion of the pitch
retinto, there he goes
made garden, made ashes.
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