after all there is no work
or is there only work
I don’t know my bowels need moving
I am obscured by my files
the most salient invisible
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None of this material was ever here.
None of these objects can be licked.
None of this writing can be read.
None of this talking can be heard.
I know I am halting. I know I am making it invisible.
I know I am policy, relying on the policy.