He has flung his sentences
off the rafters. Scurry the eyes
like mice through the street,
chase the wild, extravagant meanings.
Some day an eye may run and catch one,
break the shell and eat the strange meat.
Ernest Slyman
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"All around the hours run swift
their foolish errands."
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