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Suddenly that body appears: in my smoke while someone's heavily describing Greece, that famous monotonous line feels white against the tensile gloom of life and I seem intimate with what I merely touch.

1 Now I am not going to face things because I am not a start nor fall asleep against a heart that doesn't burn the wolves away, hunting and virtue beside an open fire. And you know if I drift into the sky it will be heavy as surf.

2 I am glad that the rock is heavy and that it feels all right in my heart like an eye in a pot of humus. Let's write long letters on grand themes, fish sandwiches, egg sandwiches and cheese; or travelling in Mexico, Italy and Australia. I eat a lot so I won't get drunk and then I drink a lot so I'll feel excited and then I've gone away I don't know where or with whom and can't remember whom from except that I'm back with my paper bag and next time my face won't come with me.