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When i heard Laurie Anderson's soothing suggestion:
"This is the time." followed by her unsettling equation:
"This is the record of the time." Without question
something snapped like an old conception or day's ration
of matzoh. So frail is our perception when compared
to being. Still, as tenuous as the weakest forces are,
the distances that prevail are unfathomable. Yet there'd
be no super-string glue without them. And what matter
if we let x=x, when one woman stares at the sparkle
in Orion's eye with hidden tear inside as she gathers
herself to hear the Mercury sound the almost dark will
bring her: "You broke my heart and you made me cry. You said that i couldn't dance.
But now i'm back to let you know, that i can really make romance."
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