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Extracts from "Being Here" by J.B. Pick.



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Mathematics

Creation equals infinity plus one,
And that's impossible; just can't be done.
So let's rejoice: we make some sort of fist
Of living in a universe that can't exist.

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Rain spell

Something has died in the air.
Clouds hang in despair.
No rain falls anywhere.

I call on the mind to shake
Clouds with a thought-quake -
Now, for green life's sake.

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Life Story

I don't like what I did.
Something sees but can't forbid.
It doesn't help to know you know.
The growth of wisdom is too slow.

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The Theatre

We don't mime
In the theatre of Time;
The wounds are real:
We are what we feel.

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Truth

He jumped at truth, and shut it in the safe.
In the morning it was gone.
"Thank God!" he murmered in relief
And went out whistling in the sun.

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just how much line can there be?


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