AT A TIME OF TAKING
(read fast)
I am not alone will not be by myself have
entered this place at a very torrid pace.
Those big lamps over the entrance are
swinging but I do not like the way they
look : the fake veneer of a Victorian crook,
Like some ghost of Fagin in a tale by Charles
Dickens. So much for that, I'll just walk
away. I want to blow this big library up.
I want to take people and carry them
away in my hearfelt whirlwind - a biblical
means means of somehow achieving a
Life by a Death - I'll never know.
Give me a piece of bread, throw me
some coins, throw me some fishes, most
anything to make this time go by. In a
better fashion. In a cleaner mode. In
a way of perdition that will
lighten my load.
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