ONE PREMISE
I've long ago done salivating over you : like
a baseball field in an awful rain, there is nothing
now that can ever take place. The wash has washed
everything else away. There are pools where the
bases should be. With nowhere left to land or
slide, I will have to stay airborne. Above you.
Disclaiming whatever you were.
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I have to listen to farmers and priests, doctors
and bookseller lawyers; carrion fetchers, dogs
of dismay. Yes, yes, I will nod and give back,
but never obey. They are holding a mirror, each.
None of it reflects back to me anything I have
even seen or worked with before. Truly, all
these things far surpasseth understanding.
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