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Jun 2010
what a peace-less work is man
ignoble in his reasons

so finitely infertile
in his faculties

on the subway
(express or local)
so wandering

though inactive
thinking himself an angel

in apprehension
knowing neither himself nor god
Written by
jeffrey robin
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