The Times Tolerable
Nothing occurred before
nor after this time
of a streetlamp burning
on avenues untraveled
At the heart of my question
is the thing I die to ask
too much for my tongue
far too often timid
If one minute the world is cruel
only to warrant ennui
the ensuing is absurd
familiar as an old joke
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