TELESCOPE WITH URN
Februrary 14, 1960 The image of the galaxies spreads-out like a cloud of sperm. Expanding, said the observatory guide, and at such and such velocity. It is like the idea of the flowers, opening within the idea of the flowers. I like to think of that, said the monk, arranging them with his papery fingers. Tiny were you, and squatted over a sky-colored bowl to make water. What a big girl! cried we, tossing you in the general direction of the stars. Intently, then, in the dream, I folded up the great telescope on Mount Horai. In the form of this crane, it is small enough for the urn.
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