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Where are we? In ironies

that no one will grasp, short-lived

and unmarked, in trivial points

which reduce metaphysics to absurd

detail, in Tuesday that falls on

day two of May, in mnemonics of days.

You can give an example or take it

on faith, cat’s paw at the throat.

And one also likes certain words and those — pardon me — syntaxes that pretend that something links them together. Between these intermeanings the whole man is contained, squeezing in where he sees a little space.