This afternoon I am going to Mansfield.
Dying by inches every night—
What a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches to recite—
What a glamorous life!
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
Dying by inches every night—
What a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches to recite—
What a glamorous life!
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