DOES NOTHING EVER STOP?
When I slow down my pace, it's
only to grumble. I am no longer
of this world at all. Take me away.
There's a firestorm in the garden,
and the placid lake is turning to rage.
Fat people hover with their hamburger
hands; they yell and they scream, to
go on about nothing. Cars roll by. The
riverside is choked with weeds.
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When I think about the times, I am
glad I left it all behind. Shallow is
the moat, yet even then no one makes
the crossing, as the King's men, idle,
mutely stare at the hourly scene.
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