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2am reading poetry aloud to myself

reading:

“and the ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouse and noise

      of bell-buoys,

advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in

     which dropped things are bound to sink––

in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor

     consciousness.”

and then saying:

“…

that is beautiful

as

fuck.”