by degrees
all the history

one perfect one

Well, I don’t have time for it.

If I’d reckon any act against

the time I have left (unknown),

I’d never

do anything. Since nothing’s

worth the everything of what

life’s left. Is it.

As if I were the one who

put this on the table, I’ll

manage the butter, arrange

the dark seeds in the jam.


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