Insane, the insane fly
Which, over the city
Is the bright light of shipwreck
--George Oppen,
"Of Being Numerous"
Something keeps
Telling me
I have to put an end
To this fly which is
Driving me mad--
Like some still unfinished business,
Perhaps a poem--
The mere thought
Of executing
It excites me
To no end.
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