straight ahead four yards
dear figures then left right angle and beeline four yards then right right angle so
on till Pim
thus north and south of the abandoned arrow effect of hope series of sawteeth or chevrons
sides two yards base three a little less this the base we’re talking of the base in
the old line of march which I thus revisit an instant between two vertices one yard
and a half a little less dear figures golden age so it ends part one before Pim my
travelling days vast stretch of time I was young all that all those words chevrons
golden vertices every word always as I hear it in me that was without quaqua on all
sides and murmur to the mud when the panting stops barely audible bits and scraps
semi-side left right leg right arm push pull flat on face curse God bless him beseech
him no sound with feet and hands scrabble in the mud what do I hope a tin lost where
I have never been a tin half-emptied thrown away ahead that’s all I hope
where I have never been but others perhaps long before not long before it’s one or
the other or it’s both a procession what comfort in adversity others what comfort
those dragging on in front those dragging on behind whose lot has been whose lot will
be what your lot is endless cortège of sacks burst in the interests of all
or a celestial tin miraculous sardines sent down by God at the news of my mishap wherewith
to spew him out another week
semi-side right left leg left arm push pull flat on the face mute imprecations scrabble
in the mud every half-yard eight times per chevron or three yards of headway clear
a little less the hand dips clawing for the take instead of the familiar slime an
arse two cries one mute end of part one before Pim that’s how it was before Pim
PART 2
here then at last part two where I have still to say how it was as I hear it in me
that was without quaqua on all sides bits and scraps how it was with Pim vast stretch
of time murmur it in the mud to the mud when the panting stops how it was my life
we’re talking of my life in the dark the mud with Pim part two leaving only part three
and last that’s where I have my life where I had it where I’ll have it vast tracts
of time part three and last in the dark the mud my life murmur it bits and scraps
happy time in its way part two we’re talking of part two with Pim how it was good
moments good for me we’re talking of me for him too we’re talking of him too happy
too in his way I’ll know it later his way of happiness I’ll have it later I have not
yet had all
faint shrill cry then foretaste of this semi-castrate mutter I must bear how long
no more figures there’s another little difference compared to what precedes not the
slightest figure henceforth all measures vague yes vague impressions of length length
of space length of time vague impressions of brevity between the two and hence no
more reckoning save possibly algebraical yes I hear yes then no
smartly as from a block of ice or white-hot my hand recoils hangs a moment it’s vague
in mid air then slowly sinks again and settles firm and even with a touch of ownership
already on the miraculous flesh perpendicular to the crack the stump of the thumb
and thenar and hypo balls on the left cheek the four fingers on the other the right
hand therefore we are not yet head to foot
flat assuredly but slightly arched none the less modesty perhaps the innate kind it
can’t have been acquired and so a little hog-backed straddling the slit whence contact with the right cheek less pads than nails second
cry of fright assuredly but in which I seemed to catch orchestra-drowned a faint flageolet
of pleasure already fatuity on my part it’s possible
there’s a past perhaps this part will work in the past part two with Pim how it was
another little difference perhaps compared to what precedes but quick my nails a word
on them they will have their part to play
to be
dear figures then left right angle and beeline four yards then right right angle so
on till Pim
thus north and south of the abandoned arrow effect of hope series of sawteeth or chevrons
sides two yards base three a little less this the base we’re talking of the base in
the old line of march which I thus revisit an instant between two vertices one yard
and a half a little less dear figures golden age so it ends part one before Pim my
travelling days vast stretch of time I was young all that all those words chevrons
golden vertices every word always as I hear it in me that was without quaqua on all
sides and murmur to the mud when the panting stops barely audible bits and scraps
semi-side left right leg right arm push pull flat on face curse God bless him beseech
him no sound with feet and hands scrabble in the mud what do I hope a tin lost where
I have never been a tin half-emptied thrown away ahead that’s all I hope
where I have never been but others perhaps long before not long before it’s one or
the other or it’s both a procession what comfort in adversity others what comfort
those dragging on in front those dragging on behind whose lot has been whose lot will
be what your lot is endless cortège of sacks burst in the interests of all
or a celestial tin miraculous sardines sent down by God at the news of my mishap wherewith
to spew him out another week
semi-side right left leg left arm push pull flat on the face mute imprecations scrabble
in the mud every half-yard eight times per chevron or three yards of headway clear
a little less the hand dips clawing for the take instead of the familiar slime an
arse two cries one mute end of part one before Pim that’s how it was before Pim
PART 2
here then at last part two where I have still to say how it was as I hear it in me
that was without quaqua on all sides bits and scraps how it was with Pim vast stretch
of time murmur it in the mud to the mud when the panting stops how it was my life
we’re talking of my life in the dark the mud with Pim part two leaving only part three
and last that’s where I have my life where I had it where I’ll have it vast tracts
of time part three and last in the dark the mud my life murmur it bits and scraps
happy time in its way part two we’re talking of part two with Pim how it was good
moments good for me we’re talking of me for him too we’re talking of him too happy
too in his way I’ll know it later his way of happiness I’ll have it later I have not
yet had all
faint shrill cry then foretaste of this semi-castrate mutter I must bear how long
no more figures there’s another little difference compared to what precedes not the
slightest figure henceforth all measures vague yes vague impressions of length length
of space length of time vague impressions of brevity between the two and hence no
more reckoning save possibly algebraical yes I hear yes then no
smartly as from a block of ice or white-hot my hand recoils hangs a moment it’s vague
in mid air then slowly sinks again and settles firm and even with a touch of ownership
already on the miraculous flesh perpendicular to the crack the stump of the thumb
and thenar and hypo balls on the left cheek the four fingers on the other the right
hand therefore we are not yet head to foot
flat assuredly but slightly arched none the less modesty perhaps the innate kind it
can’t have been acquired and so a little hog-backed straddling the slit whence contact with the right cheek less pads than nails second
cry of fright assuredly but in which I seemed to catch orchestra-drowned a faint flageolet
of pleasure already fatuity on my part it’s possible
there’s a past perhaps this part will work in the past part two with Pim how it was
another little difference perhaps compared to what precedes but quick my nails a word
on them they will have their part to play
to be
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