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all my days are laid out in front of me in lines of flight all my days are lightly dispersed in front of me i have my time laid out in tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and where is my time today i have my time in the ten hours of light in december i have my time in the sunset of four in the afternoon there is time in the pages i read printed made physical so i can underline the time hidden
 an organisation of all manifestations of selves monotonous block of differentiation all just supply and all relation princess, subject, mother, daughter, are things forgot for every woman alone thinks she has got to be a phoenix, and that then can be none of that kind, of which she is, but she what is awake are the children on the streets striking lightning and smoke everything exists but consumed by smoke and confusion and drooping eyes looking futuring there is no health; physicians say that we at best enjoy but a neutrality and can there be worse sickness than to know that we are never well, nor can be so? we are born ruinous: poor mothers cry that children come not right, nor orderly except they headlong come and fall upon an ominous precipitation
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
an anatomy of the world (my time)
all my days are laid out in front of me in lines of flight all my days are lightly dispersed in front of me i have my time laid out in tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and where is my time today i have my time in the ten hours of light in december i have my time in the sunset of four in the afternoon there is time in the pages i read printed made physical so i can underline the time hidden
 an organisation of all manifestations of selves monotonous block of differentiation all just supply and all relation princess, subject, mother, daughter, are things forgot for every woman alone thinks she has got to be a phoenix, and that then can be none of that kind, of which she is, but she what is awake are the children on the streets striking lightning and smoke everything exists but consumed by smoke and confusion and drooping eyes looking futuring there is no health; physicians say that we at best enjoy but a neutrality and can there be worse sickness than to know that we are never well, nor can be so? we are born ruinous: poor mothers cry that children come not right, nor orderly except they headlong come and fall upon an ominous precipitation
my contribution to john donne
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
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