The Stories Told Are The Only Stories Told
the lifeyarns of a sports athlete
become a onetrack tale;
the same the politics of the world over: divide and rule the whole jamboree; that’s it - they who ‘govern’ know nothing else; their imagination a cul-de-sac of cul-de-sacs, their policies a cabaret of human-versus-human;
but: like a mutt stretching and pawing in the morning sun in a garden of flowers, we have endless skies that shoot off low and sunbuttered and go off like fireworks on the rim of the earth, while in the meadows the passerines confer, the songbirds madrigal-ing
and the tale not yet told
is this:
luck is what you need
all
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