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No fence
     high enough
to shut out
the world. Some
     seepage. Con-
struct, concept, the
     allocation of
words, even
when taken
     out of con-
tent.
A ball in the
air, no, a
bell. A horse's
bell. There is
a name for
them but not
the name that's
given here. This
is not a bell.
Is the love
still physical
if, when the
face masks
are removed,
the body
floats
            away?
Everything known
is in the room
beyond. This side
of the wall the
peacocks dance.
Finding the way
be-
tween is only
/ part of the
journey. The
rest is
recognizing
landmarks that are
/ not familiar. For
the well-versed
traveler
spheres are
a remedy for the
seasickness that
floats beside
them.
It was then that we
arrived, too late
to influence, but not
too late to interfere.
The world which
we see
clearly
is the curtain
in front
of
the
world which
Magritte clearly sees.
The
Companions
of Fear are
to be
found
at the
top of a
mountain.
Fear is
some-
where
below.
Only
her euphonium
kept   her   afloat.
All I
could offer him
was
        water &
bread. But we
are good
friends, & I
forgive him
for walking out
on me.
The curtains
drawn. Same
thing on both.
Sky. The sky.
Neither is.

Images &
things you can't
look in-
to. Gödel
again. The
absolute is so
uncertain. But
I have just killed
a small flying
thing that
landed on this
reproduction
in my Magritte
book & it is
now absolute-
ly dead.