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    reminiscence

    When I
    a flop-footed puppy dog with untied shoelaces
    in the clover-green days of lived and loved
    as of yet untried by circumstance or fate
    collapsed into my soul-like skin
    with a misunderstanding sigh
    and an ambivalent eye
    my peach-fuzz face relaxed into black and white
    (kodachrome, kodachrome, sings the dead radio)
    then, once forgotten, did myselves condense
    as if steam caught in a jar
    into a single flow of crackling bitterness.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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