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T O P I C R E V I E WQuinnieYou are cordially invited to RestWith the followers of the Robin Red BreastYou are senseless to The I of youBut not to the I of meYou are speaking with advanced addressTalk like your words wear appealing dressYou are honesty,The lie of the minute past,But not to the lIe of me.The hand of your arm is a directoryThe hand of the clock, a director's feeYou are surface clueAnd answers toBut not asked of from the I of me.Be what you have set freeFor freed is the notion of what IS, to beYou are what you say and doAnd Being I am But not I am you.A silver spanner turns the screwof another coloured, boxed in shoeI showThe talking hostAs I keep walking, my feet the most.Another day and night that camemight never ever tame the shrewof the I of me who takes the view of me in the I of, I of you.QuinnieFor whom do I writeFor whom's release?For whom's roomFor whom's lease?Who is the authorof the doomWho is the releaserwho is the whom?QuinnieIs abstractionsubtractionof earthly distractionGazed as protractionof word and reaction?The same The same disguises itselfand is repeated back and forthIn and outNo longer CircularBut parallel lines.Before there was restraintBecause all things blended into each otheran eternityBut now I do not know what to do with these fallen anglesFallen because they do not shapeinto the degreeof what is known as 'square'Am I not a shape?Or am I merely a lineBecauseThey try to defineWho I am?Tell 'them' thenof circular repeatI've just gone over thereDidn't you see meWhere I disappearImmersed in parallel linesFor when a line returns to itselfIt is a circle And all resides in it.T
The same The same disguises itselfand is repeated back and forthIn and outNo longer CircularBut parallel lines.Before there was restraintBecause all things blended into each otheran eternityBut now I do not know what to do with these fallen anglesFallen because they do not shapeinto the degreeof what is known as 'square'Am I not a shape?Or am I merely a lineBecauseThey try to defineWho I am?Tell 'them' thenof circular repeatI've just gone over thereDidn't you see meWhere I disappearImmersed in parallel linesFor when a line returns to itselfIt is a circle And all resides in it.
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