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          On an anti-realist mountain
     I quit my job as an insurance adjuster
 (lazily, vivaciously)
          and chosen by that anti-realist homeyness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Fictitious Bookseller'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         hel
                         d
                         my 
                         bre
                         ath
                         for
                         the
                         app
                         lau
                         se