895
towards
60
intimations
of mortality
apologies
to the bro for an idea in his juvenilia
long
gone
in
less than I have lived
things
forever wrong with me
won't
be forever now
now
prisoner of every choice
and
of the way it is
and
weather
still
setting forth
the
bones of it
bring
your own aches here
be
winter
some
days froze to attention
still
scribble
a
little bird telling
fell
off the twig
so
many have passed on
now
you can read the lees
(guess
that means less than half full)
you
get that drowsy numbness
give
it way
with
every third thought
clouds
show riches
better
have another crack
long
gone
in
less than I have lived
it
won't be long forever
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