![]() Only the Wallists knew to keep an eye on ya. He saved your life by coverin' up your birth and sendin' ya to the military. But he decided to protect you, and just you. But your existence was a disgrace to his subjects and the Assembly! Everyone wished ya'd never been born, includin' your daddy here! But then, the unthinkable! Those pedigreed brats of his went off to meet their maker, all in one night! And, whaddaya know, this nice old fella comes strollin' up to ya! The Assembly ordered us in the Interior Squad to cleanse the stain on the Royal Honour by makin' the whore this man slept with disappear, along with her kid. Your mother had ya because she thought, if things went well, maybe she could be the master's wife. Because this man disregarded his place in the world just so he could feel good with a house servant. Have ya forgotten what your dear old dad did to ya? Ya were born in the first place out of someone else's misery. A slight feeling of nausea, that's all.Īfter a while I got out into the open air, and his face was the moon hanging in the snowy branches."Whoa, whoa, hold on, Historia. It's the stones of suspicion I stumble on. O my dear, O my dear, drink a little milk, lie down and rest a little. It's to be expected, I don't mind it at all, it's nothing. ![]() You don't take much interest in politics, do you? You never read the newspapers? I drank my coffee, but I had a slight feeling of nausea. Everyone noticed it, and I think one of them sniggered. This was my dream, and why I had circles under my eyes this morning at breakfast. No, I believe you, of course, I believe you for didn't you say I was the one? Yes, you said, Take care of this girl for she is what makes my blood circulate and all the stars revolve and the seasons return. I see it all, the poop of burnished gold. One day she said, Then have your orgy with Blondie, work out your passion on her. One day she saw a golden oriel in the orchard. She was writing a letter: I love you very much: Careful Now in capitals. It stalled in the traffic and broke down outside her window. “My love, why did you leave me on Lexington Avenue in the Ford that had no brakes? Moon, moon, rise in the sky to be a reminder of comfort and the hour when I was brave.”īy Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept I posture in vain with his weapons, even though I am balmed with his nicotine herbs. With smoky circles of thought he tries to combat the fog, and with anagrams to defeat anatomy. The parchment philosopher has no traffic with the night, and no conception of the price of love. ![]() If those who look in see me condescend to barricade the door, they will know too much and crowd in to overcome me. I must spin good ghosts out of my hope to oppose the hordes at my window. I am unnerved by the opponents of God, and God is out of earshot. ![]() But nothing tangible comes to rescue my besieged sanity, and I cannot decipher the code of the eucalyptus thumping on my roof. Give me a reason for courage or a way to be brave. Oh, canary, sing out in the thunderstorm, prove your yellow pride. The winds boomed triumph, our spines seemed overburdened, and our bones groaned like old trees, but a smile like a cobweb was fastened across the mouth of the cave of fate.įear will be a terrible fox at my vitals under my tunic of behaviour. My hair made a shroud, and kept the coyotes at bay while we wrote our cyphers with anatomy. The stream of our kiss put a waterway around the world, where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship. “Under the redwood tree my grave was laid, and I beguiled my true love to lie down.
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