I AM SILAS
You remove the gloss from the
window's coating at your own risk.
Bright sunlight might come pouring
in. The New York Public Library,
on any day like today, beckons.
No stacks, just great, sunlit, rooms.
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Let me wander a minute before I
come up with what to say : my lines,
like those spoken by a bad actor, will
probably skip and hold a lisp. When
I was young, my jaw was smashed
and broken. Partial healing ensued.
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At times, I feel the same way about
my heart : those harsh adventures and
and those querulous times. Figments.
Spectres. Chimeras, and terror too.
When you get somewhere you didn't
want to be; and then you never
wish to leave.
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