SO MANY THINGS
So many things now pain me, hurting. This drive
to the finish wants me drunk. This lunge for the end
demands I stay high. There are needle marks in my
calves, just over that alone. And I've never really touched
a drop - all these dreams remain my only sustenance.
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Here, where I desired, I am under the elms - tall trees
are brooding, swooping their arc'd arms downward
upon me : shedding leaves with a compulsion. I am
covered in fallen things. Oh lord, so many fallen things.
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