There
is no other way
to
understand this man
except
through this man’s
unexampled
complications –
to
whose inimitable
internecine
aberrations
there
can be no guide.
Inside
him some grim
system
of relations
preordains
his fate. It’s not
that it’s
too late, it’s that
it’s
never, and forever.
This
thought begrimes
the
mind. More
ominous,
this man is us,
sometimes..
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