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"Sights and Sounds Pull Me Back Down Another Year..."
...Yes, I am poetryspamming again. Well, I have just cleaned the entire kitchen in fifty-five minutes, which is my best time ever, and on Saturday I'll be all day on a train, and I need to cancel my appointment with Dr. Flailyhands and launder my blankets, and write a few letters and finish this story (I hate this story), and refill my prescriptions before I go because the last thing Manon needs is an unmedicated Soujin--I'm bad enough when I am medicated. The point is, time is limited and everything is relative, I have a missing fingernail and Good Poems Selected by Garrison Keillor, of all people, and I want to type some up because the book goes back to-morrow.
On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Sometimes I think
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. For-ever.
But they didn't fill
the desert with pyramids.
They just build some. Some.
They're not still out there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.
Yet we must not
diabolise time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.
( you'll get more coherence here: )
On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Sometimes I think
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. For-ever.
But they didn't fill
the desert with pyramids.
They just build some. Some.
They're not still out there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.
Yet we must not
diabolise time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.
( you'll get more coherence here: )