When We Are Lost

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    When we are lost what image tells?

    Nothing resembles nothing. Yet nothing

    Is not blank. It is figured Hell:

    Of noticed clocks on winter afternoons, mali<tt></tt>gnant stars,

    Demanding furniture. Al<cite>?９９lｉｂ?</cite>l ued

    And with air between.

    The terror. Is it of Space, of Time<samp>藏书网</samp>?

    Or the jo<dfn></dfrickery of both ceptions?

    To the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins,

    All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception)

    Is agony immobilized. While Time,

    The endless idiot, runs<samp></samp> screaming round the world.

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