Walker
Hey now don't those days go by
hair gettin' almost white as mom's
the fate of the world in your hands
the dog gnawing at your brainstem
and winter comin' in
I mean summer
summer comin' in
...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica
Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.
Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors
Walker
Hey now don't those days go by
hair gettin' almost white as mom's
the fate of the world in your hands
the dog gnawing at your brainstem
and winter comin' in
I mean summer
summer comin' in
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