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: voice
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I can see their unwillingness
to laugh and let go of that loud
restless voice that caused so much
trouble but which way if I want
oh never mind I’ll stay here andply the wildflowers with
ever more restless names
and try to see in the crazing
of frost on the landing two hoursbefore dawn some message or hope
for a few more steps before the beeping
and surveying on all sides asI sit and think of some tasty hasty
something for the some bit of some sentence
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I.
His clothes so out of fashion you wonder
if the gentle breeze from the willow will
shatter him into an ant hill of teeth
and trinkets you can sell at the marketII.
Your fabled jewel that could
end the conflict but when
you tell the story drops
of blood fall from your handIII.
Tended with a heat gentle as
breath until the crow bubbles up
soon you will understand her voice
as though you too were from the moon
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My device displays the estimated time it will take to finish this chapter 29 minutes to 32 to 43 minutes a minute later. I see the children of my children’s children and the joy on their faces as they finish the prologue.
Saturn at dawn on the wind could be my voice as a child
other animals 