”We wake up to ourselves as not-knowing before we know ourselves as desiring to know. There is the event of astonishment that carries into us the emphatic strike of an otherness that yet is intimately inward.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 232.
Young I’d get around
by train, cab, or bus. I’d walk
the rest of the way.
Only then alone.
Otherwise, never alone.
In community.
Now, if I feel like
watching the ducks seize the day,
I can just do it.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
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