= Der / rid + ean
If you think you can read me, you’re wrong, 1
a ragman scrutinizing heaps of debris. 2
That’s what the Frenchman says, in winks, 3
and so he thinks he’s tricked you into caring 4
what he says, in winks. You give a rat’s ass. 5
Nothing’s here. Every word is all words 4
and no words at once. And no beyond, 3
no hors d’oeuvre. Everything you need 2
to know is here. Or not. Or not? Or not. 1
No it’s not. Nonsense. It scraps itself. 0
The Blinded Eye 
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