Smartings

I wonder if a childhood

of younger brothering 

can be cited for a weak-

ness I have for the com-

pany of smarter friends.

I don't know how they

tolerate it, but I sus-

pect that I do by calm-

ly assuming I will grow

some capability eventu-

ally. Never mind, that

actuarily, the talent

meter begins noticeab-

ly to swerve toward the

ranks behind one; the

custom of waiting for

one's anointment has

been established.

Still, now and again

a cinder can find its

way to the eye, and a

morning's spent in

blinking. Of course,

this happens only in

one's swirl. Eliot

and Woolf come with

sirens, masks.

Now I'm glad there

are no fortresses,

no redoubts of un-

surprised reflexes.

One can use a gift. 

                           ..

                           new gods are

                           making deals

                           all the time

Denis Bold

Hinge

  Orpheus Looks Back

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