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What is a name To a poem? No more than To a wild beast Or to The wind There is no meta Each is complete In itself Names Are for us Whose puny minds Cannot Embrace wholeness Since you must Have a handle A place To grab hold Then know them By their faces By their forms Their voices For your names Will fall away But their essence Will never fade -1/11/24- |
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