ayres-fair-softly

January 29, 2025

The yoke uneasy on the ox doth sit
Till by degrees his stubborn neck does bow.
So Love’s opposers do at last submit
And gladly drudge at the accustom’d plough.

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Thought:

“The sleeper, real and dear, is carved on the dark.

Minerals of sleep are travelling into him.

Travelling out of him.

Signal leps in his wrist.

Caught to me, caught to my nerve.”

Anne Carson | “TV Men: The Sleeper”

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