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Life is continually its working prospect:
its here and now is only as projected
to be, each thing the prophecy itself
of a term of survival: enamel, plastic,
steel and wood, in their clever-shaped objects,
claim a conceptually derived time spell,
that renders them capable of possession;
and much more so, the forms of flesh and blood
we are, is of conceptual worth, the period
assessed in this; the present a travelling
point in something that’s decided: the working
of the prospect: above what we plan to do,
part of who we are, it is here accomplished. |
