with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much signing of papers,
I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, make them new-born,
mix them up, undress them,
until all light in the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crackling, living fragrance.
--from "Too many names"
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