TROUBLE
I've had trouble hiding my Gustave Moreau; those
all-momentous moments and the pictures that go.
I delight in these warren-wrens and watch everything
with you in mind. There are countless stories about to
fold : the little priest from the Mission of St. Demetrius,
he his holding out his hand while men in line walk
slowly in for sandwiches and coffee. Freed food
for the homeless, yes, but who's checking? And are
mot we all, at heart, as homeless as any wretch -
losing chances to turn our lives around and
living through truisms instead. Life, then, is
what we never had.
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