Paul Auster from “Clandestine”
Remember with me
today—the word and counter-word of witness: the tactile dawn, emerging
from my clenched hand: sun’s ciliary grasp: the stretch of darkness I
wrote on the table of sleep. Now is the time to come. All you have come
to take from me, take away from me now. Do not forget to forget. Fill
your pockets with earth, and seal up the mouth of my cave. It was there…
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