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The problem with ‘total freedom’ is to note
in the reeking pragmatism of this or that o’clock,
on a corner and weather we know exactly,
how an adjective turns on a noun like a psycho
with a blow torch, and the noun, with surer
footing, has its chainsaw on full rev.
The colour of blood is a question too of grammar.