I met a young cowboy as an old coot,
and this is what she said, sir:
“The monotony, yes, I just commented on this this morning.
It gives one the sense that to organize and cooperate rests
on the same excitations that form stones—and stone forms.”
“Once you stop it all, there might be a great kind theory to hold you up.”
“All the beauty belonging to itself. These are rough days.”
“Finally, the language manages to recuse itself in these matters.
Since, if he doesn’t feel deeply about anything, he will be forgotten.”
“Otherwise, we’re all unapproachable.”