Mime the loud wind in pain—
The worded room will yield
Your canny agony
Not excellence nor will.
Dreams and asylums build
No words of sounding luck.
The metronome of guilt
Does sums behind the lock.
Mime the loud wind in pain—
The worded room will yield
Your canny agony
Not excellence nor will.
Dreams and asylums build
No words of sounding luck.
The metronome of guilt
Does sums behind the lock.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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