As soon as 
		I speak, I
		speaks. It

		wants to
		be free but
		impassive lies

		in the direction
		of its
		words. Let

		x equal X, x
		also 
		equals x. I

		speak to 
		hear myself
		speak? I

		had not thought 
		that some
		thing had such

		undone. It
		was an idea
		of mine.
Robert Creeley, “The Pattern,” in Words, (New York: Scribner, 1967), 49.

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