And besides ladies and gentlemen we have
Here
such difficulties before us to be borne
We
have let’s admit another time for great
Migrations
profuse mysteries even with all
This
quiet waiting such silence we have
Yet to fold our souls into paper airplanes
Yet to fold our souls into paper airplanes
Quite
so precisely as this dull answer to our
Anxious
eyes the creased wings of our what?
O
we know we’ll be in no shape for wrinkled
Minds like flaccid Christmas ornaments
Flak-sid?
Think about that sound that
Utterly
surprising utterance that irksome thing!
Who
would wish to sound like that word?
Who
would never get to the other side?
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