."What good is one's toil underneath the sun?"
that same indifferent sphere gave birth to the shadows
where we count the days off by headlines on the morning paper>
Light pours through the transom
as wanton hearts turn endlessly in sleepless labyrinthine memory
(a passing bus shakes.
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