VERSIMILITUDE, WANTON
The dogs are barking. The
yellow lightbulbs throw a
glow across two dim-lit
rooms where silent people
- so intently working - pass
their times of day. Along the
painted millwork, Springtime
has arrived. I see the spiders -
prancing about - that have now
appeared with this new season's
warmth.
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The new air brings out everything:
saps that flow, flower-bulbs ready
to pop. People lunging at anything:
to go , to have, to get. To give? No,
that I do not know.
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Centuries eventually crumble under
all this pressure, like coal into a
diamond turned. Such urgings
take the toll of time elapsed.
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Say nothing to break the endless spell.
Say nothing to break the endless spell.
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