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Husserlian Meditation

ISSUE:  Winter 2017


The squirrels deny themselves from front and back 
and only word into view from the sides when 
their outline rejects the coup of geometry. 
From the south we delight in the polar symmetry 
of their foggy tails cupped by rounded hinds. 
North, the nutshell of head lacks 
an easy grasp. East is west for us, 
their weight by buried muscles held 
so that the tail and torso deceive in balance. 
What made them thus is unstudied grace 
which I unmake and recompose, compelled 
to translate experience into coded fuss. 
The beast will feed and leave the watchers to maze 
their habits and splice contortions into ballets.



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