II.
I’m good for
people?—
penetrating?—if
you mean
I’m rotting
here—
I’m an
alewife
the fish the
seagull
has no taste
for
I die along
the shore
and send a
bad smell in
As
praiseworthy
The power of
breathing (Epictetus)
while we sleep. Add:
to move the
parts of the body
without
sound
and to float
on a smooth green stream
in a silent boat
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