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Ever-Unique, You


All new knowing

comes from first

not knowing, 

from the absence 

of predetermination,


of now sticking to the past again

in a doomed, grasping attempt 

to reduce the ever-unique 

to old habit. 

This ever-unique occasion:

how plain and startling;

the rustling 

of windswept leaves, 

the face of the one 

before you.

Thus so,  

what could possibly be  

without its integrity,

without its necessary position, 

without ever-anew 

in-forming you? 


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  1. Josephine Verceles permalink

    i love tis poem. very deep

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