HOW STRANGE (E A D G B E)
How strange to obey. To close the beak and begin again.
How strange to be late. Shot down like an enemy of the state.
And it’s good to feel bad sometimes.
How queer to be here. In formlessness and foolishness.
I’ll steer, my dear. Through blinding lights of angels and semitrailers.
It’s good to feel bad sometimes.
How interesting to be intersecting with the unbegun and the coming undone.
How interesting; is the infinite relenting? Saw a hole in the sky where the light was bending.
It’s good to feel bad sometimes. It’s good to feel bad sometimes.
Sometimes.
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