Tuesday, May 25, 2010

917. THE ATMOSPHERE IN ALL ETERNITY

THE ATMOSPHERE
IN ALL ETERNITY

I was once just like you -
with two hands in the eastern pocket
and a gumshoe on my wand, with the kettle
pockmarked by rust and wishing to be forgotten,
the lamp in the hoarfrost descending, and the
lonely gilfrist running down. But, you also
should remember, I was - at one time just
as well - really quite unique. With my
marklight overdue and the spacious
argument of the court-cost
lawyer making no real
sense to anyone
at all.

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