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I am Homesick and Tired Without You.

"season"

1.
antelucan takings
perturb me in the burbclave
staring at bills' boredom

of bale-ago hailing;
unpaid-for, still, studies

2.
better coffee
at the first hospital
than the second

leaving in unaccustomed sunlight
my walk so slow it shocked me

3.
so much farther
into the darkness
my glimmering leader

learning so slowly
the forces that made that scribble

not the formal quirks that drew me

4.
quagmire scout
of the dummy i play
& of the sage

nature fakers
where the gravel meets the scree

Far Cry 5 scenery.

"Trappers and hunters have perished in the icy wastes of the arctic to bring the ermines and sables in which these queens are robed; divers have been torn by sharks to bring up their pearls from the depths of tropic seas, and miners have been crushed in the deep earth to dig their blazing diamonds; chemists have blown themselvces up in search for their cosmetics and dyes, and seamstresses have grown blind embroidering the elaborate designs which twinkle upon their silken ankles. All this concentrated in one brief glory-march [on the Hollywood Red Carpet]--do you wonder that heads are high and glances regal?" --Oil!

Book, for solo cello, II.