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Like particularly the final three lines, Doug. That sense of niggling presence. Bill On 30/07/2015, at 1:59 AM, Douglas Barbour wrote: > (for Dennis Cooley) > > to be at play > a ploy a > gain against > the merest entropy > > of near acquaintance > with the slow loss > of friends the nearly > unseen encroachments > of time passed > & pissing > into a wind keeps blowing > hardly felt yet > consistently in your hair > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] > > Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress). > Recording Dates (Rubicon Press). > > Done in by creation itself. > > I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too. > The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books? > We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming? > > Robert Kroetsch. >