Simple Theories

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  the East side Of your Poem young As you are shows green flourish And Your home But sentences and the cold north be long in ever y breath too while sim Plistic samples Of blue sky renovate Oceans of excursions see light slide thru Windows in the space of time while children collect some endless thing notions brea thing notions a bear slumbers a way

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  “this void then enters in and separates the numbers ” “What we call all Things are one Thing” Thing is a branch Of whether especially a dot in the Sky for which we together think we together  what ever partakes of the nature of two or more other things ready for their dawning  so the day seems be gins or rat tling water at the margins whirled defending words and context such is the prism at this time

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  the beg inning and end of thought I don’t feel like liking but liking passes blue is blue presently cabbage Or roses a hand rests on anything and any thing else