and of women? yet, yes,
his secret lay in seeking and destroying
the Nazi criminal who sent his friend to the
gas chambers.
That book was never completed as far as we know.
that is his secret,
there are so many secrets, industrial espionage
burning down the house,
so the words in this book went deep where
no one goes freely, in our lives, there are so many
hidden dangers, and we see rainbows
she and I, as we pant our way up the hillside.
This notebook, this one inspired by Joan Didion
where I think of Richard Feynman, of Saliou
and Djiby, of Badou and Iba, of all that was lost on
this trip, of misunderstandings and turning away,
of that was gained, a view of hordes of pelicans
swirling in the sky, fish still swimming in their bellies.
All of this is only known to me.
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