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I try to understand the world 

I don’t understand the world 

I start with a small corner 

big enough for myself and a dog 

 

and then I add you 

and the corner loses its edges 

the confusion turns into 

some kind of theatre 

 

and sometimes I return 

to that solitude 

and add it to yours 

and it brings something into deep focus 

 

that keeps me intrigued 

it keeps me guessing 

and that feels better than a world 

of boredom and loneliness

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