not to think or zoom; the rivers and whitecrashes,
inside, the quicksilvers', of my thinkfast, how placid
now these rock filled rushes have become.

not to show; to mold the corner of the world as:
my mirror, to fit me, and beheld in my ugliness.  to show.

not to be molded; the little worlds of others not to shape me:
their rafts' cannot float now on my still waters.

not to expose; the naked universe, only further move as:
my waters ripped through its blinding satin covers,
so still are they now:  they make no dent.

so this status of our rock in sugar on blackberry jam holds me in
so this seasons' burning citrus traps me in

no, no, no, none left but to be.  ?
or to try.

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