Tuesday, October 29, 2013

LINES FOR OCTOBER 29 



The day always bends
back on itself.

Night always comes
to night again.

A thousand rehearsals,
ten thousand more,

every one like every one
that ever came before.

No complaints, though, for
when you've stopped rehearsing

you're carried out the door.



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