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Cartesian Instant

Reality’s made of what it is Not what it might have been The apple landing on my head Bespeaks of now not then All abstract nature Plato drawn To live behind the mask What’s real in substance real in form No future and —no past (Strafford Pennsylvania: November, 2023)

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