GUNS FOR GURU
Here I am, basking - the toast is
in the toaster and the kettle on the boil.
That sounds churlish enough - me and
Norman Rockwell making cringe machines.
I can bake the latest dough in my aluminum
foil hat - reciting quiet prayer, a mantra sent
direct. Nothing will ever happen, because nothing
ever does. But the busywork will keep me quiet,
and content, placated, and happy - and, anyway,
one can never rush perfection.
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