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    I dislike the word chair just before dawn When I have to hit upon it when the wind Outside the window falls in a rhythm of rain, expected in daybreak. Here I am talking about the chair as object While sitting in it as subject doing poems. The chair suddenly ceases to be the object, An object poem in my subjective thought.

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    I dislike the word chair just before dawn When I have to hit upon it when the wind Outside the window falls in a rhythm of rain, expected in daybreak. Here I am talking about the chair as object While sitting in it as subject doing poems. The chair suddenly ceases to be the object, An object poem in my subjective thought.

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    The Chair As Object Poem

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    I dislike the word chair just before dawn When I have to hit upon it when the wind Outside the window falls in a rhythm of rain, expected in daybreak. Here I am talking about the chair as object While sitting in it as subject doing poems. The chair suddenly ceases to be the object, An object poem in my subjective thought.

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    The chair as object poem I dislike the word chair just before dawn When I have to hit upon

    it when the wind Outside the window falls on nearby trees In a rhythm of rain, expected in daybreak. As a false positive I have to like the chair. Its contours are deeply etched in my mind As if they were from my very ancient man. Here I am talking about the chair as object While sitting in it as subject doing poems. The chair suddenly ceases to be the object, An object poem in my subjective thought. It becomes me in its pearl-white plasticity Not deigning to melt into my light letters Of poems materializing from air as objects. My words turn objects, ahead of the chair. They are now object poems like the chair.

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