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(Unintended interpretations#)
Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation.
When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve
(r.)

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(unintended interpretations #)

going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp

r.

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