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Robert Duncan

The absence was there before the meeting the radical of
presence and absence does not return with death's chance-
encounter, as in the old duality, life or death, wherein
the transcendence of the one translates the other into an everness
we do not meet in heaven, that outward of hell and death's
beauty it is a bright and terrible disk
where Jack is, where
Charles is, where James is, where Berg is is here in the continuous
carmen O, some things—di—breathe into—aspirate—and lead away—
deducite! for the soul is a thing among many

Berkeley shimmers and shakes
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