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title: Elegy for an alternate self
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
css: autocento
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Say there are no words. Say that we are conjoined \
from birth, or better still, say we are myself. \
---But I still talk to myself, I build my world \
through language, so if we say there are [no words][] \
this is not enough. Say we are instead some animal, \
or better yet, [a plant][], or a flagellum motoring \
aimlessly around. (Say that humans are the only things \
that reason. Say that we're the [only things that worry][].)
Say that I am separate. To say there's everything else \
and then there's me is wrong. Each thing is separate: \
[there is no whole in the world][]. Say this is both good \
and bad, or rather, say there is no good or bad but only \
being, more and more of it always added, none taken out \
though it can be forgotten. Say that forgetting \
is a function of our remembering. (Say that humans only \
[worry about separation][]. Say that only humans feel it.)
[no words]: hymnal.html
[a plant]: plant.html
[only things that worry]: movingsideways.html
[there is no whole in the world]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
[worry about separation]: swansong-alt.html
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