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I am a modest house, a house solely
notable for the fact I lived here once.
Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
in which two pupils of hydrogen dance. 

Downstairs is where I lit fires whose insights
with approach-velocity froze me, then
singed off into flame. This always happened when
I came close to a truth. Months passed. Years. Nights. 

Shall I accommodate myself again,
a humble aquarium of lordly
thumbs, some fin de species? Of course each word 

the blackout-moth mutters to my keyboard
shows the snowiest letter on this page is "I"--
must I now plumb its one remaining pane? 

Added: 20 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 8:45 AM | Viewed: 2747 times

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