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Like praying for the weather-cogs
to grind to fine; like waiting for the tide to clunk itself from low to high; or watching for an eclipse of the moon to shunt into place: this insane preoccupation with waiting for a sign to emerge from the clumsy mechanics of the cosmos- (a word, an inflexion, a plan)... But, I may as well stand beside that tree, waiting for green fruit to cook to ripe; position myself in the front yard watching the mountain, and stay until the clouds shift and leave it painted white... I may as well hover over the tiny green spikes of snow-drops until they should twist skyward, pricking out of the cold winter ground like tiny screws. I may as well wait, unhurried, while the longed-for, long-awaited laboriously-created event of your desire lumbers, creaks and finally cements in my direction.
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