Warm a face, toast a fool, repeat.
One more time.
Everyone.
Here is water. Drink. No, I mean it. We have plenty.
Check the score. Later, stress how little it matters.
Say, who cares about the score? Say, that isn’t what
this is about. Say we are getting close and here we go.
What time is it? How much. How long this is.
Here you go. Make it better. Do you need.
Do you need? Can I bring you. You should
come with. I can bring you. We have.
We have. We have. Take it, someone.
I feel cut through by the tone itself of this poem.
Richard, thank you so much for sharing this.
This is fascinating. I don’t think I get it but I still love it.
That’s one of my favorite feelings, Bartholomew, as I rarely get anything. Thank you for this!