Encolpion xx.


How’s it going, really? Are we muddling through?
Is this all we can expect or would you care to feel?
Quite honestly, the last time we met, I thought we had a deal.
- I don’t need any advice from you.

You know, I once knew a man similarly self-enthralled
and I don’t think he was for blowing out his brains
but he never could quite get that the drip that remains
is just the living thing that we are after all

and while I’m sure you have it all figured out, yet again,
is this exactly the kind of evening for a man so free
a chair at the window watching the boats crown the Sea,
the curtain lightly blowing, the hours of reredemain?

And while you don’t need me, well, I can put you on that crest.
                          As for the trough,
that’s coming anyway, or won’t you get enough?
 

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