5272. AS ALL POISE PROMISED

AS ALL POISE PROMISED

The purchase was not of the meteorologist.

Anyway, no one can buy that. It was of the

cairn and the citadel, the Cincture of Owaith.

With all its poise and promise, yes.

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Emil Hazenhall  -  an old man  -  wore a

suit and tie every day, without any meaning.

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I have lost so many things : my bazooka is

gone, my long, green eggs, my arrowed hands

and palms, and the barn. And with it the country

house built on a long slab of rock. Stop me

now; I realize I can no longer talk. 

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All the others do is talk of miles, and their

cellphone service, smart phones and money  -

my God  -  even the shape of Tennessee and the

miles it takes  to get to Memphis :  you can get

to Nashville okay, but Memphis is another trip

west entirely. Tennessee is a long, thin state, 

running east to west (from their esteemed vantage).

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I wear an abstract suit now, with buttons that float

in place and not always securing anything at all.

I do not need opinions  -  tawdry, unknowledgeable

things. I am centered and  -  for me  -  all things

have lost all meaning. I have none.

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All as poise promised, as all poise promised.

Emil Hazenhall  -  an old man  -  wore 

a suit and tie everyday.