Our
intimacies always breed
voluptuously
fresh attempts
at
thought. And they succeed:
look
what they’ve brought
and
caught! We never think
a
thing in close affectionate
proximity
– where we can taste
and
smell each other till
we’re
full – that doesn’t pull
and
subdivide – proceed
between
us into two or eight
or
seven hundred twenty-six
new
true exactitudes.
It’s marvelous what this can fix..
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