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Go Clear

Go clear he said

his high gray 19th c.

postmortem jaw

I loved it its high grayness

go clear no touch

but words no more

death fear

I swam out of the streaming ikon eyes

who loved me: not-me: no more care

I left the clothes

standing there I swam

into swarming projectless air

redemptionless

from under the earth to over the earth

air to not air