Beyond the Pale
we make matter lightnothing is the samethere is no explanation
A Mexican dishwasher, a Chinese bus driver.Workers of the world unite.
Hello TomAlong careful edges of concentric ripples, of poetry you drown . Words are very clever. Digressing with drunken dripping levity. Knitting inconveniently. Its an ocean unending. At times. Its a basin's edge.Wonderful poems. Haven't been keeping well for the past fortnight. So could not read you.In case you happened not to pass by, on a belated valentine's celebration I could not forget the grey you had once talked of.I re read Mnemonic too. It moved me to an emotion unknown.
Aditya,I was much moved to be invited to your belated valentine's celebration, and (of course) honoured by the august company.I do worry about you, just a bit. But I am certain all will come right for you, and before very much longer.(Indeed too one might well do better to worry about oneself, just a bit.)
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