CONSISTENCY VARIES,
I REMAIN
Yes, and it is all too real and
has not been so before : the
Cavalier with his fiery deck of
cards and all his broken bones,
the frenzied maiden seeking her
Peter Piper. I lived a fairytale
long ago and once before - those
oily, slobbered streets of Amsterdam
and Brughes, and all those shipping
rats walking at night; on broad, thick
ropes and twinings. Now, all this time
later, there is no turning back. I am long
and settled in. I am at some national
variance with the place I may have lived -
yet no matter now : Man without a country,
man in the iron box, all the same to me.
Consistency varies. I remain.
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