2006-02-04

2006-02-04 11:32 pm

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Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries... but habit is a great deadener.

At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, he is asleep, he knows nothing, let him sleep on.