SCANT OF TERRAIN BUT
GLAD OF ALL THINGS
GLAD OF ALL THINGS
Sometimes, yes, I walk among the dead,
setting out on treks to traverse another
place: those stick-figure men, and me,
transfigured. It's not quite a curse how
this happens; more a magic in every way.
Mr. Suydam, walking Tice's Lane before
he'd found his own. Taking a wander out
along Vliet Road to meet that Cortyleu
fellow. Curious as it goes, I now know
all those guys. And, yes, yes, that's me!
Scant of terrain, but glad of all things.
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