The night is false, sometimes the night is.
Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.
We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.
“And then there’s the matter of my security check — I’m waiting for the government. Somebody told it I’m insecure. That’s true.”
Donald Barthelme | “See the Moon?”
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