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IORDANIS PAPADOPOULOS
Mommy!!!... I love my Newt!!!
I call it home occas it does turn round don’t know for how long I know what dimension means call it leave it back I know what direction means on my way forth bells calls causes a sudden growing ringing reminds me of all directions meanings this is geometry no this is geography no on my way back I have a plan this is it I make a sketch of all my forwarding drawings recalling all my dimensions on the ground I walk on is all flat; call it all planed a dark ground flat no sooner do I get in than it does turn up occasionally I think of myself in as dimensional occasionally I think of myself out as directional as occas trying to call it ca home
if I weren’t two everything would disgust me the same? here is the floor here is the ceiling. see my boy reading wall see my writing windowing girl. here is a tongue detaching home from speaking from room to room showing their teeth. see my girl reading boy’s lips see my boy chewing up girl’s letters. see their fragments by the doorstep. turn your head left. describe the garden. turn your head right. you see. my boy and my girl run away. to whom you give a garden you give your word. no sir we are not always cold. not always outward(s). you see. you don’t get it. ok let’s start from scratch. here is my-boy-me here is my-girl-me. we are neither of the same opinion nor of the same height. here is the floor here is the ceiling. we are either/or both.
let’s play something to be carried on
indeed
a prelim break between you and I I used to call it perfect role ambiguity
see under strain
pointed little boy grows last year safety pin pointer new-year-fine-needle-girl defines day-time, -voice, -mood and -gender If I catch either of you playing in those air ducts again
on silent feet anagrammatizes girl and mneme are one and the same on wild-animal-speak-traces feels at home “Gotcha” also called error of attraction
don’t need to be accurate anymore points and figures have got blunt I’ll tan your hides!
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