Bigrammatology - I
the day was breaking. in succession
houses rise and fall, crumble, are different voices often together
heard: the whine in the
drift of the year. between
melting and freezing the soul's sap quivers. there is
no competition -
there is no one to bury. i sometimes
wonder if that is the spring
and creatures of the turning world. there is, it seems
to us; the pools where
it tosses its hints of earlier
and other creation: the wonder
that i feel is
easy, yet ease is cause
of
houses rise and fall, crumble, are different voices often together
heard: the whine in the
drift of the year. between
melting and freezing the soul's sap quivers. there is
no competition -
there is no one to bury. i sometimes
wonder if that is the spring
and creatures of the turning world. there is, it seems
to us; the pools where
it tosses its hints of earlier
and other creation: the wonder
that i feel is
easy, yet ease is cause
of
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