3934. IT'S NOT OFTEN

IT'S NOT OFTEN

There are places, I assure you, where

April really follows May, where fruit

unripens on the vine, and clowns

bring sadness to the masses : a land

where all things are breaking out,

loose and wild. It is the land of

Sin(e); not the one you know,

but another one entire.

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There is no trespass here - you

may do whatever it is you please;

just decide to choose, decide to

buck your wagon and change key. 

Run all those limits to the chamber

you select. The light will be leaving

just as soon as it gets here.

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 Men are talking stocks again : all

their lame scenarios of margin calls

and turnover gain. Simple men are

simple men, and will so always be;

the learned Rabbi speaks at the tomb, 

the monied writer has his hour at Library

Station. The fat lady talks of Australia anew.

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Oh God, I want to sleep and we are

falsely taking of a hundred things. You

know you know nothing about anything

you know, and health is not the key

to your happiness at all.