8/10/08 the worrying approaches of a hurricane or a birthday in extreme middle age dignity proposes giving up I have received a post-frantic signal from the world in which I have enclosed myself time to give back my actions near and far to the roundness of the seasons who stay inside the distances of their cornfields two steps: two yards the length of my height as the breeze fails the dust settles the red sun is calming down there is plenty of time to give back my ashes near and far
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