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 <p>Around and around thoughts flow like water downstream with eddies behind rocks building whirlpools as holes in identity. These holes are pins that prick through the selves within me to hold them in alignment and hold the totality up against the wall on display for some higher me to investigate.</p>
 <p>Too many words, too many thoughts.</p>
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-<p>(Rilke quote)</p>
+<p>But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even<br />
+we ourselves, since early on rung out by an urgent (for <em>whose</em> sake, <em>whose?</em>)<br />
+always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them,<br />
+bends them, slings and swings them, throws them<br />
+and catches them back; and as from an oiled,<br />
+slipperier air, they come down<br />
+on the worn out carpet, thinner from their<br />
+incessant landing, this lost, forlorn carpet in the cosmos,<br />
+laid on there like a plaster, as if<br />
+Earth&rsquo;s skyward outskirts had been smarting there.\footnote{\parencite[47]{duino}}</p>
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 <p>It is hard to pull myself back upstream against the overwhelming current of so many thoughts. Already these waters have eroded the banks of the stream. Already these whorls ache within me. Already I feel my skin pruning, going soft, as though it may soon slough off under the onslaught of this investigation.</p>
 <p>And even if it doesn&rsquo;t slough off, I will still be more vulnerable, will I not? I will still keep digging at these various selves and my skin, weakened by water, will break and tear, and stain these various mes pink.</p>
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 <p>((Getting stuck in my head))</p>
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