MINDING THE TOMBS
Only now do we think so deeply about what we're doing:
the pigeon is a filigree and doubt is as voracious as doom.
The lamplighter steps up to his table, addressing this tiny
crowd : "I am merely here to do my duty. First this, then
that." Everyone pretended to understand. In the far back
room, some fool was playing old episodes of Route '66 on
the overhead monitor. Those... shackled men sat in rows and
watched - that little Corvette, that small private plane, and
all those blondes and brunettes continually getting caught
up in action with those two sleek young guys. It all, somehow,
really did make sense, in an ancient sort of way.
Only now do we think so deeply about what we're doing:
the pigeon is a filigree and doubt is as voracious as doom.
The lamplighter steps up to his table, addressing this tiny
crowd : "I am merely here to do my duty. First this, then
that." Everyone pretended to understand. In the far back
room, some fool was playing old episodes of Route '66 on
the overhead monitor. Those... shackled men sat in rows and
watched - that little Corvette, that small private plane, and
all those blondes and brunettes continually getting caught
up in action with those two sleek young guys. It all, somehow,
really did make sense, in an ancient sort of way.
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