Working Premise

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Working Premise


because know isn't the word, more gestures toward

suggestions that our glimmering glimpse

of a supposal might not be entirely un- 

hinged. Take moths, for instance, 

or trees. Can you see, before it tremors off

beyond this margined periphery, what I mean?

And if an Ash or Luna is gracious enough 

to ruin your life by letting you smell 

the perfumed fringe of their most secret 

thought, there isn't much more declarative

in answer other than yes, I half-guessed 

as much, and it is wholly wholly wholly as it ought.


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