4651. SOLID MATTER

SOLID MATTER
The first thing you learn is there is none :
the world melts, it drips, it sags. The world
goes bad. Keep away from that which most
happily bothers you. There is no glee in sorrow.
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I listen to the jingle of that scat-man's keys;
he is walking the 12th Street harbor way, down by
Westbeth, while whistling some natty tune. What
is he thinking? Perhaps he will know soon....
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Only myself, and another angel, we know together -
the world will split, the world will break you, the
world will dissolve away. There is nothing so
vital as something today. All is solid matter.