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Day Fragments 3 I want the 3, 4 & 7: complete spiritual and material perfection.

my being strives in the factory and field. I will coax it out of you (wheat) and even beat it out of me (iron). it could take all life -- Ive got a whole life I looked into the flood of brown and it shocked me back to where I was. over my self was my other self: the blurry cloud of closed eye lives. my duties banished all those stray realities, the smell strapping me to the hard, regular things that are all around.

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