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the string of lights had not been placed
sturdily. heavy thoughts surrounded this,
did not attack it like math, but surrounded it
like analysis, seeing from several sides, until
it was reflected like a funhouse mirror, a terrible moment
of anagnorisis. heaviness seeped into thought and mind
and fingers.

and yet, the lights must be rehung.
beckett emphasized:
i can't go on,

i will go on.