MR. RUMINATION
Well, once more. Highway
jambix and an open box.
'Cartell's Poultry Farm.'
The truck rolls by me
doing a clean 80. 'Our
eggs are the finest.'
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Ovals all oval the world?
The yokes on you? The
cracked shell of the
broken world? Tikkun
too, to you. All that
sacred stuff going
nowhere. But that's
how the light gets in.
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My pension has been
broken on the vice of
love and war. I have
no sense of nothing
anymore.
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