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Dec 2019
So long I’ve been searching
For me.

And finally I see,

I am a wall
That knocks itself down.

And using the pieces,
I build a new wall.

One with a window.

Until I become all empty space.
Above a mound of my remains.
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     Max Neumann, A Slow Heyoka, --- and ---
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