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| "The person" is lonely | ||
| As that Weenix "Head of a Man," or an old and discolored umbrella. | ||
| Near the postoffice calendar with its amazing digits | ||
| The colored perfume of "sense" appropriations makes a kind of shroud | ||
| Of mere slips and postscripts of meaning--here is the central orifice | ||
| Of all the gigantic vocabulary of meaning, like a garden with a central spot: | ||
| A granite terrace extends out into so much that is fresh and green | ||
| As though buoyed up by the negation of its own dishonoring weight. |
