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Mesmerized by the outline of a shadow cast by a phantom

 This torn wet-smelling hallucination of the body

 a pitiful remnant torn from weak old fingers

 The smoke trembling under the roof

 The sound of wind against the elm

 The thin perilous condition of negative entropy

 Discourse is not life

 Its time is not ours

 These are the arrows that kill sleep in the night at all hours

 The flood is gone, the ebb has come