RUSTING INTO RELEVANCE
All that pomp and circumstance wear
thin : the Cardinal's hat, the mitre, or
whatever it is like that. I want to hear
no mention of it. I tire of your dreary
ghosts and midnight mezzanines where
awkward prayers are passed. I'm eating
tomorrow right into today. One day soon,
that old Rambler in your driveway
will run again.
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