I missed the cadence and remembered the verse too late. Now, that place where everything comes together is a first taste of things that have somehow become slightly bitter, and I was choking on it.

A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.

If I pour long-winded cries on himand inhale these rocks easilymingled with whiskey sour breath but uneasy, willour thin containing still unfurl these sails?