AS WE GO THROUGH TOMORROW
(I will have soundspace)
(I will have soundspace)
Powerful stuff, all this intrigue : the shoreline
is bequeathed to the victor. Paths through these
weeds take us somewhere - just watch - as I
move along. There's something new now, and
wonderful too, jangling in my head : Bob
Watson's 'The Greeter'; it goes like this: "He's
not the Reaper, but he does stop by to say to
everything that's ever lived, 'Nice try'."
As we go through tomorrow, I will
promise to remember.
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