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And wasted, your light clawed Back and back, unable to escape, Dwarfed by degrees, your countenance The splut of sulphur-springs until The skull of Apollo enters its own darkness. Is this peevish? Yes, but you will rise above it, For it is you who taught us you will die. Always the modern god, you’ve made your brain Downloadable gratis, And show us the idea that through Many seeings there is one light And brighter and brighter it will show everything, Such are our eyes. You will show us everything And deceive us all. How we sing in adoration, How we adore the stitching and the shade. JEFFREY WAINWRIGHT | 84
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To Himself Dreams and systems; humble wishes; myths that sustain because venerable; even a walk along the promenade might do, undertaken regularly. The sea uprears and then falls back, turns itself emerald as though auditioning to be a paradigm, another helpful, dainty stepper with no power to explicate or recommend. So why not fill the time available as these tall pines have done, and with no more intent than they? In fact, dream not, wish not, obviously believe not. Abandon even the promenade. As the sea turns itself, strive to imagine nothing that would stir or stand. 85 | WHAT MUST HAPPEN

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And wasted, your light clawed Back and back, unable to escape, Dwarfed by degrees, your countenance The splut of sulphur-springs until The skull of Apollo enters its own darkness.

Is this peevish? Yes, but you will rise above it, For it is you who taught us you will die. Always the modern god, you’ve made your brain Downloadable gratis, And show us the idea that through Many seeings there is one light And brighter and brighter it will show everything, Such are our eyes. You will show us everything And deceive us all. How we sing in adoration, How we adore the stitching and the shade.

JEFFREY WAINWRIGHT | 84

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