Monday, February 20, 2017

9200. LARGE MAY CONTAIN

LARGE MAY CONTAIN 
The ways of this Mankind are
leading me nowhere at all. Like
Billy the Kid, I gun-wax floors with
the strength of others' passions.
Standing in place, everything
else goes moving : I declaim
nothing; I am Abel and I am
Cain. One hundred years ago,
perhaps, if I stayed here I'd
be watching the streetcars 
passing, or the elevated trains
running above my head. Shadow 
and light; then shadow and light 
again. Nothing's really changed,
and it's not that different now.



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