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Whether what we sense of this world |
is the what of this world only, or the what |
of which of several possible worlds |
--which what?--something of what we sense |
may be true, may be the world, what it is, what we sense. |
For the rest, a truce is possible, the tolerance |
of travelers, eating foreign foods, trying words |
that twist the tongue, to feel that time and place, |
not thinking that this is the real world. |
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Conceded, that all the clocks tell local time; |
conceded, that "here" is anywhere we bound |
and fill a space; conceded, we make a world: |
is something caught there, contained there,
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something real, something which we can sense? |
Once in a city blocked and filled, I saw |
the light lie in the deep chasm of a street, |
palpable and blue, as though it had drifted in |
from say, the sea, a purity of space. |
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