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#25
it all happens so quixotically I mean
you can zero in on the molecules of a mosquito wing or a girl carting her pencil case
you can ruminate on the tilt of the tango or the daily progression of fascists
you can contemplate the cancer that’s consuming your lover
or the voyage of Venus across the firmament
you can zero in or zero out
and never really know which windmill or if, Dulcinea