OUT WITH SOLON
My being out with Solon takes
me so far from all this. There
are no longer the usual means
to the endings. No bliss. We seek
other things, it seems, together.
Like this: the old signboard on
the new wall, the world around us
the new wall, the world around us
no longer fits. Everything out
of place. Solon knows;
and he tells me this.
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