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"The Lease is Up

Walk the horses down the hill
Through the darkening groves;
Pat their rumps and leave the stall;
Even the eyeless cat perceives
Things are not going well.

Fasten the lock on the drawingroom door,
Cover the tables with sheets:
This is the end of the swollen year
When even the sound of the rain repeats:
The lease is up, the time is near.

Pull the curtains to the sill,
Darken the rooms, cut all the wires.
Crush the embers as they fall
From the dying fires:
Things are not going well."

—Weldon Kees

Strangest book, stray cat wrote.

"it feels weirdly appropriate to have been rewatching The Prisoner this week, a tale of a man locked in a mad simulation of ordinary life, in which the rules constantly change and the underlying objective is to break him" —@tomtomorrow.bsky.social

Aspects of Weldon Kees.