I am constantly an impression of every moment.
Like soft clay, holding the forms of the current influences on my life...
Books, radio, conversations,
articles, and stories on the 5 o'clock news...
My consciousness, constantly in motion, swaying, bending, flowing.
The I, sagging at the serif,
bowed at the trunk.
Who will you meet today?
I am the amalgam.
Memory's refuse pile and curiosity's plaything.
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