Tuesday, January 22, 2019

11, 486. I CAN'T MAKE EVEN

I CAN'T MAKE EVEN
Take your glass and fill it;
go see the gut-wrench in
the evening sky and talk
long distance with a cloud.
Sometimes confusion reigns.
Other times order.  In looking
out this mystic window, I
do sometimes wonder what
it all is I am seeing.

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