Desafinado
--slightly out of tune
Am I right to hedge my bets on being famous, ply my arts all day alone,
silence, no tv? Mark said, the difference is people are actually listening
to Mick Jagger, but I thought that’s not so big a difference.
When Dad died it only reinforced the futility of our daily efforts
notwithstanding my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each
other.
People listened then, and closely, searching for an echo
from the abyss. What is this abyss and how do I know
it’s there?
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