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where life has new words for soul and muscles about to and voices about to and desire about to there is always a surplus of meanings to absorb the curve …

where life has new words for soul
and muscles about to
and voices about to
and desire about to
there is always a surplus of meanings
to absorb the curve of my thoughts
until and until new names appear so I can
let go of my soul my tongue and my words

Nicole Brossard

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