anna rabinowitz
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AN UNBODIED JOY WHOSE RACE HAS JUST BEGUN
1.
Then I will deliberate with the bones of earliest memory
And I will revoke fields of sown obligation
I will demand a site-specific locale for the face en face
And I will disarm dialogue with splintered phrase
And I will needle zeitgeist with parody
And I will backdate the check I’m to sign in the morning
And in the evening I will revise the beginning because its end is everywhere
Yes, I will plunder residues to state my case plainly
But I will be ambiguous as the distant horn of the barreling car
So, where will you find me, where will you find me
2.
Yes, I will fly solo to the bones of earliest memory
And I will stow seed revoked from fields sown with obligation
And I will invent cosmic order for the face en face
And I will arm concept with splintered phrase
Yes, I will needle agenda with parody
And I will decode the check I’m to sign in the morning
And in the evening I will emulsify the beginning because the end is everywhere
Then I will plunder dream to state my case plainly
And I will be distant as the horn of the barreling car
So, how will you find me, how will you find me
3.
Yes, I will fly solo to deliberate with the bones of earliest memory
And I will run rife with seed revoked from fields of sown obligation
And I will make actual a site-specific, cosmic order for the face en face
And I will disarm concept with the dialogue of splintered phrase
Yes, I will needle agenda with the zeitgeist of parody
Then I will backdate the recurrent code of the vintage check I’m to sign in the
morning
And in the evening I will revise the emulsified beginning beginning to end
And I will plunder dreamy residues to state my case plainly
And I will be beholder beheld, ambiguous as the strident warning of the distant
horn of the barreling car
Try to find me, try to find me, try to find me
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