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“We are all of us caught by something
And yet there is no net, new or otherwise, that can hold this: taumaha
Snares lie, suspended
And the mystery of what’s missing is almost abated
By the delicacy of a drawn out departure
We can make something of the leaving though, you know
Gather up the debris
Weed in instead of out
Find the tohu in the tuuhono and all that
Auee
Well, here is as good a place as any”