I couldn’t see the myth in my
early rising and had to rely on
this box with a badly worn recording
device and a failed maze which would
with any luck add some seasoning to
the tedious reading of the
will which leads me back to the original
problem (art, rime) though fathers’ words
about not quitting ring in the
holes that once (I think) were ears and what’s so
terrible about quitting when
they expect you to speak nose-deep in a
sewer but this rain will not ruin our
picnic and yes it’s rude to mention it
other animals 