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On the bus
the ghost-bus travels along beside us
and the reading-light,
a straight-faced little moon
And you cloud, ragged, legless rabbit
with your long nose
and your enormous eye
Tell me
What is the name for a non end-stopped line?
Who was it M. looked like?
Was it Kafka? Kafka,
is that your enormous eye?
Ecstatic eye,
still see us your same clay.
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