A new cartridge of ink
A freshly washed floor
To look out over
All the old fields
Of helplessness I possess
To scan the doubtful horizon’s
Few quick lines to learn
If it’s still working for us or not
It would save so much time
If I could just cooperate
If we both could just
And take down some new book
Not this masterpiece
Of gloat and gloom
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