distant communications with steep
desire, I move orderlies to bring about
a quiet revolution, not that the
wheel’s shifted per se but at least
some subtle malfeasance crept into
our sad September hold-alls.
I engendered then at least two
passages in which settling nicely meant
giving up the core of all you
wished you’d fought for many long
Æneids ago. That brought freshly
forward sought nonchalance like bilious
deeper notions and I, in my tower,
glaring at the obfuscations and their
kin laughing in the dying jungle
know too much salary is part of
all the malady lain bare like ripe
plums pregnantly sombre in their
bursting skins, baring all the sun and sin.
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