I keep on rephrasing, but in this tangle of cogitations the words just don’t come out right. As soon as they are down for the eye to examine, they become something else, their meaninglessness is apparent. They stand in line abashed, remorseful. Looking at their puny stalks and arches I decide the urgency is gone. The resplendent unknown that was pushing his way to the page is now as dim as the vulgar echo of this man’s singing after the rains. Like a growling tide cars still crawl up and down.
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And some time later
This comeback feels like opening a narrow crack in the door of a stagnant closet. Where are the words I was looking for? What is this pile of old letters arranged one after the other? Where do they come from? Perplexed, I don’t recognize them at all. I have to look at dates to cast a bridge towards this shallow past and I realize how much time went wasted in this interval.
The wind molests the blinds after the sun has turned its back to the east. Tubular bells — real? — prattling on in the distance.