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Overloading the Machine
How Solemn!
one stone is turned under
moss grows rolling sing sly
and the family knows
mum's the word, shush is the flower
too rain wet to tell
two ways around
the Beside are
aside, "in the lobby, 'ist' is an insult"
and seaside, "don't bury your brother"
as a whole,
people seem to like parts
and troubling between them;
the middle way
is way up there
where some sandy signs lean.
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories,
his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the
worst, and so grow gently old all down the unchanging days and die one
day like any other day, only shorter.
-- Samuel Beckett, "Malone Dies"
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