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He will take out that which can be was and could be: watch.... What can be stands tall as sheets of paper. Taller than that. Can cover a city with ease. Moves like a morning river moves in wind. Sways and you can hear its empty mention. What was is under, no-one clear exactly what. But all agree was was. Laid long in strands of black-tar line, grooved into pages a century long, Black-tar lines of was and quieter than silence mute. What could be is an uncle's artery, an afternoon's pooling, a stranger's gate, a list gone backwards, a cricket pitch (undone), a long sound shorter. Which he just took out.