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Self Employed
Piling up the years
I awake in one place
And find the same face
Or counting the time
Since my parents died
Certain less is theft
Than was spent -
I am employed
Every morning
Whose ore I coin
Without knowing
How to join
Lid to coffer
Pillar to groin
Each day hinges
On the same offer.
Samuel Menashe-
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thinking about crises, cities, poetry, agitprop, architecture.
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