284. EXERCISE IN D MATTER

EXERCISE IN D MATTER
Though I've never loved another I was
never very smart. Now that that's out
of the way, maybe I can start. The bat,
hanging from the walls of that cave, has
more sense than sense ever gave - me.
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Insidious, like water and gravy, these
very incendiary things cause dieting
and angst. The lips of the child -
still stuck on the ice of the pole - will
have plenty to remember, for the rest of
their life. It's, truly, nothing that can be avoided.
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Like Chopin or, earlier, the sounds of
some mad madrigal, the insensate
singer tries reaching, ever more distant,
for a note still farther away... from here.
But, in all actuality, it's neither here, nor there -
and it's never where they say.