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"Listening to yourself, it is not literature you hear" Samuel Beckett


I am well-advised not to write what I have meditated, though it be inspired--


           Above the mountains I have forgotten the names of

            I have forgotten the name of the clouds

           moving somewhere so far away

           I have forgotten the name of


and silence exists as the ideal, there being the possibility that everything necessary has already been written.

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