THINGS TO DO
A semblance of purity can pierce one's veins just
as much as the real can : purity knows no bounds.
It is in this interim magnet of force fields we live.
There are many things I wish to do, and I am doing
but a few - I can list my lines of heart and lines of
mind, yet they all lead nowhere. Others fly to China
or Pakistan and Oman. Some go by ship to other side
of this ocean, or the other. I simply stay at home to
work my way out. Work my out of the wormwood
I'm in - an enticing spot not overly conducive
to good reasoning. I am mad with a frenzy
all my own, and it cannot be explained away.
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