1the long greens and yellows
23I am scarcely the outer world
4not sure that it was not a parcel
56preferred to have his back to his destination
7Watt’s was a funambulistic stagger
8science of the locked door
9a fine full apron of green baize
10and he sits in the red gloom
11premonitions of harmony are irrefragable
1213modes of ululation – bitter, hollow, mirthless
14onions and peppermints – turn and turn about
1516all the gold and white and blue
1718a ravanastron hung, on the wall, from a nail, like a plover
19the strings are in flitters
20simple games that time plays with space
21this hairbreadth departure
2223the stairs that never seemed the same stairs
24a pillow of old words, for a head
2526a picture hanging on the wall, from a nail
27the circle sailed steadfast in its white skies, with its patient breach forever below
28like the centuries that fall, from the pod of eternity
2930a fragment of rigmarole reread
31this long chain of consistence
3233the theatre of a similar conglutination
34floccillating his hard hat
3536in our windowlessness, in our bloodheat, in our hush
37through this jocose this sniggering muck
3839except in moments of delirium, or during the service of the mass
40the sun, so long obnubilated
41The Mathematical Intuition of the Visicelts
42two by two the eyes put forth their curious beams
43an occasional raucous sally
44the issuing smokes mingled to vanish
45the fricatives in particular were pleasing
46the grey air aswirl with vain entelechies
47in his skull the voices whispering their canon were like a patter of mice
48Watt was an old rose now, and indifferent to the gardener
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