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Today's poem is by Nance Van Winckel

The Object of the Object

: to bound, or be
boundless. To be full
of itself, no longer

substitute for what
the eye prefers
to eat. To be meadow

at one end of the world,
money at the other,
unbitten by the body

between. To be
empty, an O
for zero, always

the portal, never
a port. Hiccup,
not horizon. No

figment of, no
sty in the eye
at the end of a page.



Copyright © 2006 Nance Van Winckel All rights reserved
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