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t h e..f a c e..o f..t h i n g s
the painted face of things
clowns, bells, a house collapsed
the conjuror now crushed
beneath his weight in playing cards
a snapping sound
spools outward
from the ornamental clock
and man and woman both appear
rain
fine
and suddenly I laugh - I have no shame
I howl like dogs
my polar dogmatist I speak
conflicting words at once
and hold opposing views self-evident
I shout that contraries are true
and demonstrate the one the other
that the night is proof of day
and east of west
and pole of pole and all between
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bookish...................................................................................
groan..............................................................
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grimace,...........................
how......
and................................................they
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the.................................................would
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prince................................................contend
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of.........................................................with
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demagogues............................................birdsong;
the.....
.....................convocation
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......................................................................great
.............................................................................................debaters
is refuted by a single sunrise
and its papers scattered, burning
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