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    Len Gurts Being Albert K. Ashes-Bury?

    It seems to only be about how I come to be
    in the morning, if I can keep my mornings

    please, as everything up and down—from the maths
    to the love—is decided there. How loose!

    How immaterial and whimsical! Learning to only feel
    my body: I think nothing new there

    on the best of days—on the most undefined
    of days—as I am so good at just being there, sometimes,

    that there be no words for poems.

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