THE INSTITUTE OF
WHOLSOME FALLIBLES
In the long, slow rush of things
downward, I've finally settled
on a case. Precedent? Something
gone before? Here, where the halls
are hollow and the footsteps rattle
the doors and windows, I can hear
so many things. The muzzled
scream of the rats.
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In the office of the Director, near the
anteroom of establishmentarianism,
the procedures are always the same:
the house-cat barks and the large
dog mews. Nothing to do about any
of that, for I am not the invited
guest here, nor is the wildlife in
place for my amusement.
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I must only sit, quiet and kindly.
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