>All night the sound had
>come back again,
>and again falls
>this quiet, persistent rain.
You could be right about that.
>What am I to myself
>that must be remembered,
>insisted upon,
>so often?
Why do you want to myself that must be rememberd insisted upon so often?
>Love, if you love me,
>lie next to me.
Love is the key.
>the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
>lust of intentional indifference.
Fatuousness is the key.
>Be wet with a decent happiness.
You could be right about that.
John K Clark johnkc@well.com
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