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Homage to What’s-His-Name

Ah, description, of all the arts the least appreciated.
Well, it’s just this and it’s just that,
someone will point out.
Exactly. It’s just this and it’s just that and nothing other.
From landscape to unsuppressed conjunction, it’s only itself.
No missteps, no misreading.
And what’s more metaphysical than that,
The world in its proper posture, on all fours, drinking the sweet water?

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