AND NOW, THIS; as if there could
have been some other thing:
erotic stuffing, say, or the ever-
flagrant aura of elect belonging.
Here's wishing you delivery
into safer hands, or to some
undreamt-of reparation, conviction's stutter
relapsing into rhythm; even the words
of expectation unscrambling as you speak.
* * *
Here endeth the sequence.
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