My body at rest, little wasps and sweat bees and ants crawling near my crevices. I was asleep. All I can remember is sleep. And something at my left side was un-missing. And all the animals could talk, and they seemed to say, "Excuse me. Where's the kid? Will or won't it be beautiful?" The little brown spots on that marble wall / I have yet to count them all. I will count them all. I turned over then, and crossed my legs, tight. I fell asleep. The Lion / The Post-Idiot / My Unrecognized Reversed Position.

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