Go on, the thriving lifts;
the thriving and the shift; the thriving delivers the quips.
Yes, it is difficult to say what to do; Yes, it is difficult to say what to say; Yes, it is difficult. Yes, it is difficult. I know it is difficult. It is all so very difficult but many live to know.
Time is as helpless as an uneaten breakfast.
I will wait – eggshells and all.
The rest ought to be good.
When I came to the top; I saw the later moon. At the top I saw the later stars, too, and one came down to me, a real roadmaker, and said, I know you, and then in the laterdust, I saw the pulling back of night, and then,
there were motions. There were howled longings. There were nests still warm to the touch. I felt they were still warm to the touch.
I know; I know; I know, I am alone and this thing is late. Feather-laden. I am still moved, though it is difficult to say
Don’t they know?
Don’t they know, I cherish the bristle and the fat
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