I.
In the poem that I must write today -
and in those that I must write here,
in this very space, for many years to come maybe -
I would have liked to have plunged surreptitiously.
But I will renounce to do so, for I am already in the text,
immersed in it. There is no escape from it,
there is no outside-of-the-text.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
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