2098. ABSTRACT 22 : HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN?

ABSTRACT 22 :

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN?

How can we light the gargoyle, how can we fire up the flames?

And the mad monk shall rile the crowd, throwing those flames

right back, shouting with joy the scenes of his manger and the

heavenly fire of crack-addled nuns and angels from high.

Every building made from blocks shall disassemble itself

in play, and the joy from the highlands will take root in the

swamps - all those clouds scudding away.

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I am low in self-esteem and sick as well with grief.

There is really nothing I can hold, as the sands of

time have slipped from me, and the only course left

to take is learning and labor. My personal Revolution?

It left the town on Saturday, bearing scars from a

little skirmish. The stagecoach went limping away

- one wheel already in the gutter and the other

already crooked and loose. I want for nothing.

I cooked the goose. How long can you stay?

The postman's in the attic. He is reading

stories of starlings and the pentangles

of rhyme that Ovid left behind.