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title: Look
id: found-typewriter-poem
subtitle: a found typewriter poem
genre: verse
epigraph:
content: |
[Is he older](http://books.google.com/books?id=ALdlAAAAMAAJ&focus=searchwithinvolume&q=older+than)? I asked her.
And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm.
I usually know better though.
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
...
| Look, I say---look here---
| at this old place
| [where nothing changes][old-place].
| Look at the people
| who pass by. Look at
| the trees. The flowers
| full of wanting: look
| [how full they are][] with
| color. Look how they mock
| us, empty people who
| must fill themselves
| with changes---emptiness.
| "[There is nothing][] to be
| but happy. [There is no][]
| sadness to fall down
| like cherry petals."
| The [trees don't under-
| stand:][trees] they are too
| tall to see the germ
| of discontent in us.
[old-place]: planks.html
[how full they are]: squirrel.html
[There is nothing]: elegeyforanalternateself.html
[There is no]: no-nothing.html
[trees]: plant.html
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