"The boundary whereon I break to mist" --The Ring and the Book
the material is wanting
for ev'rything i'd make
& old themes haunt
a heart worn out with breaking
nothing solves in art
i look out at my neighbors
each bungalow that harbors
full complements of hate
& wonder as the light
deepens into evening
whether this bated thriving
is itself defeat
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