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    I am the wandering poet, I do not sleep I am wasting these days in the dregs Of the deep.

I live in the church of myself Bizarre & unfulfilled, The spirit of the waking man, And the fool, the reckless fool.

For I am walking round the circle From the outside looking in, I am the shadow on the wall And the wall is growing thin.

So can you see me?

Only Here

And There,

And Now?

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