ONLY NEW JURISDICTION
My fellow chivers, there is nothing that presents
itself to us forthrightly. Does anyone understand
how everything hems and haws? Even the flame,
about to scorch, wiggles to and fro along its way.
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'Get to it, man! Come along now!'
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I am a recluse and a hermit. I've let everything grow
long and frazzled, bleary and glum, and I wish to
see no one. My life is all a word, no more, no less,
and I tend to that with a primal dedication.
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Can I be covered, in my silence, by your heart?
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