figure

I'm sometimes very like me
as “intellectual” as throwing up

I can’t get rid of the
poor little nonsense!

I'm a strange type: travelling
all alone “to see it”

What can that self do
with such visions?

Look at everything
with eyes
skirting the obscene

Push on through
tearing the robe
exciting suspicions

And always holding a little figure
the right point of view
something striking

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