Investigations of a Dog

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ UP I HAVE BEEN something like a string on a shoe. When I take life of the innocent kind I can always feel it rush back into me like UP liquid in anti-gravity And it makes me innocent, too I have this fear of floating - - I wear heavy shoes. I HAVE BEEN worried about going too-far-out. Worried about the color blue. I HAVE HEI HAVE HEARI HAVI I HAVE HEARD about being star- stuff I don't want to be something th - at merely bumps against you What am I so worried for I UP am tied for either no reason or some reason Which both mean some-thin g. Nod and say you know what I mean It's another form of touch to me. UP I NEED NOT WORRY ABOU UP worry about UP when I am so stuck here I cannot even do something like imagine. Imagine it imagining. I HAVE BEEN I HAVE BEEN I HAVE BEEN in four different planes. Imagining The one where you cannot tie something around another thing . DO I GRIEVE THIS? The one where God is (I think.) HOW CAN I KNOW IT? The one where we are. What was the other ONE I CA n't remember. This was a story about my mother. The kinds of words I put on a page walking circles around them in the first plane. Still only scraping against the surface of something. It hurts IT ITCHES. and by the end I've told nothing.

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