From Installation to Poem (stanza - room)


Some Herd Of Noons


- I can almost go there.  I’ve been close [tourist:  tour- is- t (cross)]
- Is it worth running in the rain? (There, at the rusty crossroads of inbetweeness). What will happen now? (kicks a tincan)
- Everything will happen.
- Will it happen here?
- It all comes down to words. Right?
- Yes, it all comes down to this.

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