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I’m nowhere near as clever as George Saunders. You might be here looking for something else, something more profound or even biting satire or absurdism but, nope, just me in a cave.
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300
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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5533
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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200
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One must learn to give the Bull the things/
it needs: space, grass and grain, his mates/
and offspring, and elude the things/
its momentary fury wants- your death
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200
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Against that, this testament, scratched/
with misshapen styluses, made/
from memory by unskilled hands,/
with a pallid memory of ink.
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90964
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Against that, this testament, scratched/
with misshapen styluses, made/
from memory by unskilled hands,/
with a pallid memory of ink.
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100
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We once saw giants in the clouds and in/
connected points of stars, and named/
them, gods. We placed them in their /high-halled villas,
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84334
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We once saw giants in the clouds and in/
connected points of stars, and named/
them, gods. We placed them in their high-halled villas,/
on the mountaintop, to game and frolic
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200
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Who could stood up and looked and cursed their eyes./
The cries and whimpers of the undead cursed their ears./
Who lived breathed in the death and found their bodies/
broken in ways invisible. Salt and bitter the only tastes
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13241613
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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100
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We were a people, whole and happy, once./
We were enamored with the repetitions/
and surprises of the world.
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8781612
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Don't mistake my eyes for supplication.
My invisibility is your nightmare.
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