AGES OF MAN
Sun turns to glitter : land o' lakes.
Someone leaves his pedestal
home and never returns; crossing
that border freely into the Land of
Nod. We go first. You go second.
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In the same way that the cash
register likes the dollar sign, so
the Spirit likes the leaving : This
tired world, so far behind, stays
in place and locked in its own
tintinnabulations of grief and
sadness too. So much gets
declined.
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I haven't come to bury Caesar;
Just to remind him what things
are owed, by all of us, to the
foundations of Man. You go
first. We go second.
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