Really life isn’t good
good is in those infernal depths, good in those plumbing depths, back waters
of shores, where poetry takes a dip. Spectacular
no good. goodness is in the
caked moon when dreams are over. Transparent. Shadowy. Return to life
when it is good – or not.
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