My soul is that bit
back
from
above
behind
below
central
inside
mapped
blended
that bit that can't be measured
but for what I know of it,
knowing without knowing
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Knowing without knowing
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...the shipyard, the warehouse / with fences to shut in everything secret / and solemn the night watch / and grievous the bell / and tiresome the whistles and the works / and lonely the ghosts who step lightly / remembering the stacks of treasure in those hidden rooms...
My soul is that bit
back
from
above
behind
below
central
inside
mapped
blended
that bit that can't be measured
but for what I know of it,
knowing without knowing
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