[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 81]

2/3/08

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Today I took some consciousness

     Of my gestures unwilled 

And I felt the automaton in me

     With a terror strange and mute[1]

     To pass into agony.

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How much we are that we are not

     This was my black pregnant thought.

 
[1] mute /willed\