THIS MAN IS A CULPRIT
What noise that comes down to us from
these fruits? In the morning it is lighter
now as seasons begin their change already;
escaping lightly, trolling heavily - but
moving with ease nonetheless. Here it
is, only, and I am a camera. A few
people - it always seems - are looking
for shooting stars and heavenly objects
and busy at work doing so. But there
are none : No, man's question to man
should be, instead, are you consigned
to being dense and obtuse, or are
you ready to be accessible to me?
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