ALL THE MAKING
OF GOOD
I hazard the miserable face of
this world. I pour milk, I eat
cabbage. I drop lettuce down
the drain. Nothing like this
has happened before. There is
a diamond glistening on a spot
I see - it could be your eye
or your arm. Silver is a slave
to its master, as are you and as
am I. The ghost who left here
was just sitting with me. We
were talking while we had
some tea. These final things
are like filagree, or fine lace.
A few more things to do
before we depart.
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