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The Smallest

James Schuyler

February 3, 2010

It is in front of the tree. The houses around the windows are lit by it, it turns off and goes upon knees and wherever the bone is almost next to the skin. It has been defamed. It will become undernourished. It is not without end. It is not. It is not what you can let happen, or cause to happen, or has anything at all to do with happening. It happens as it exists without effect. It is the pure in pure mathematics. It is the sully in unsullied rain. It is the pain in painfully. It is also the fully. It is the light in highlight and headlight, the head in headland, the towering in towers, trees, the outstretched in shadows of mountains on plains and lakes. It is not the water in the lake, however, it is not cupped. If it exists, it is unaware of it. It could name itself however, and does. It contains alphabets. It is infinite and therefore the smallest thing.

James Schuyler


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