All the rest was made of something less durable--so, naturally, it was all unreliable.
Never pass inspection. Never be
To duck beneath the eaves
Meant to cower from the world, from its
Bucklings of rain, its unlucky droppings, And whatever other lazy debris.
To look up
At all involved the fuss of protection--Sunglasses,
A helmet, a will. Pathetic.
Among the rest, where do we put the birds? Is there a dormant theatre, called. Themselves, where
The unprepresented things can be kept midflight, and
Dried, and managed?
It's tedious to think about, but what quick Scaffold design to erect-- where will they Eat, or mate? After all they must.
All of this, of course, surrounds the Exception.
We have always locked arms in
We can relax in that unmusical air, and talk about the things we are sure we do Not understand.
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