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Still Man
The sum of what I see or believe
is simply the case, or mostly true,
and if the limits of my experience
set bounds on the way the world is,
at least for me, no doubt rivers
will soldier on even as I sleep
and fail to keep vigil at their bridges.
The truth that I am wreathed in error
allows me to retreat through the fallacy
of laws in language and broach the matter
that I am here, composing the compass
of worth, while remaining the god
of my own importance, often listless
often singing out like Chanticleer.
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