And it has come back to you ...
Robinson I should have known
the rabbit that slid through my tires
that dark night
on Iyanough Road
would eventually lead me to you.
I've grown weary wrestling the two halves
of Goethe's brain
give me your indestructible shoulder
my head needs a rest where it is always quiet
or play on your piano
a song written in the language of God.
*Weldon Kees Robinson.
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