when it comes and carries and takes me I will have been of you and with it;
together we will have been more and less affected by the floods.
I am so far away, from myself, now,
speaking as if I wasn't living!
While I live, it is a storm I aim to be; a middle.
Paradise blows through my teeth!
Rubbish barrels out of me,
Barrels and barrels of fossils go
into making me, and I am a living
consuming being,
being consumed.
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