FL R N/.



Bell clongs; street lamp hums.
A book, used read the type of
fiction -- Life in a candle flame.

Something wrong there: Vanguard
and the prison sweepers. Listen to
them bristle...

Is this a toilet? -- where wise
men sit? Something right where?

: a Buddha keeps going though
unfed: must chew with eyes that
infuse the -- the air is full
of A-visible clytophffs.

Seee:
The window(window)hum.

Page 16(Early Poems[1969])

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