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how many words        are in there
like a clown scarf        i keep pulling
at them. pages of         incoherent babel
carefully manicured    for a variety of
purposes. a talk.          this poem. that
email. a run away        set of trains
racing through            every station.
powered by an            unnamed fuel.
the ice cream               is melting. the cats
are frisky. i                  don’t know how
else to make                myself clear.