All translucent:

Where is my small green notebook?
Where is my pocket knife?
even if you etch it into paper
print hardened by carving wood
(why?, later
my knife carved in Roman letters)

If you want to know, ask.
Can you ask her?
May I?

Watch out for rattlers.

Mead’s court offers no subliminal stenographer.
You have got to use your fingers.
Who was that woman?
What metamorphosis?
Letters escape, reverse, occlude themselves.
From trusting false memory I came up empty.

Letusnotagaindescendintomerely
keepingrecordsbetheyrecordsofo
urowndreamsrecordsofourtravels
recordsofourtimespentinhalingye
astfumesatthenearestpublichous
e Memoryasarecordkeeperdisap
pointedenoughtosatisfyeventhem
ostmasochisticamongus Lestwer
elivethedrudgeryrereadingourtatt
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fsocialbeans Letusinsteadcombi
nefactwithfable Letustrailourstor
ieslikevinesclimbthestalkrelease
theGIANT Letusteachhimtoread
thenprovidehimwithstoriestopro
nouncetothe Gods
Count not Plant
Feed and water.
Remain. Focus your
energies. Do not be dis
tracted, yet remain patient.
Smoke and spreadtheashinthe
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