Sunday, January 24, 2021

Mean Love

Late in life, my dreams, when not alarming me,
Have suddenly filled with romantic women,
Just as romance has ceased to fascinate me.
The dreaming is pleasant enough, but no more

Than a long, dreamless day alone in the sun.
Read me some riddles again, difficult ones.
I want to be baffled; I want to guess wrong.
Every day someone dies of a new disease.

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