If my life consisted in if’s
(If you do the laundry,
If you sweep the floor,
If you read in Proust
To page 1004...)
Where would be the ‘then‘, where
Would I live,
Would I truly live
In the passage of time?
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As silently as a mirror is believed / Realities plunge in silence by.
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