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So the wise people say:
I throw this burning stub
into the waste bin from over here
three times without trying, without thinking
the world will explode
I will wake in tall grass
with my old friends
(we will swim together in spheres of light etc.)
and the first time
I just got it straight off
just flew without a thought
bing (steel bin)
since then a war has started
the air is violated and distorted
and words fly weird as sick birds
and an ugly stranger follows me about
everywhere I go, grabbing at my sleeve
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