When I'm feeling lyrical enough when
the lawnmowers have sloughed off when I can
loaf through what remains of my Latin the
sine qua non of my vade mecum, sed,
noli me tangere, for a wheezer I am
while more dead tongues loll and tell of
loss and I never did find a
comfortable spot there and heard Hamlet
was really Grendel which was a
mistranslation of Enkidu
but I turned away. I heard an old voice
that never was and never will leave me
alone. What can a mug like me do with
new eternal forms gushing everywhere
Tag: latin
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while the computer is updating I dare to go outside & immediately swarmed by a cloud of cicada who clumsily ram into me the neighborhood cats gather to investigate insects collapsed exhausted and finding it boring wander off to practice their Latin which ensures that they will be in a terrible mood at least until dinner time
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