in spite all my intuitions
one couldn’t count on fingers and toes the things that help the poet disappear it’s the will of a man that keeps him walking not the shoes on his feet or the feet in his shoes though both are helpful it’s just one catastrophe after another with you, isn’t it? (one must be willing to let it all get rearranged) poets, plights, people, and playing cards virtue is relative to the medium sense the same as the jar it holds counterintuition can often be the safest practice because y
