FLUENCY
The rabid dogs are fetching bones,
and all over us things are running out.
The liars have their bowls, and having
already sent away their souls, are living now
by biding time (and that alone) on the threadbare
edges along the fabric of everything else -
the poor man's chattel, the rich man's rolling lawn.
The rabid dogs are fetching bones,
and all over us things are running out.
The liars have their bowls, and having
already sent away their souls, are living now
by biding time (and that alone) on the threadbare
edges along the fabric of everything else -
the poor man's chattel, the rich man's rolling lawn.
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