Excerpt: The wheelbarrow is tipping, the ratchet ailing the tongue. Who has hope. Who is against it? We could do without what they’re repeating, “tear it down!” O my statues, O my freedom, O my constancy, O my declaration… idols remain exhausted
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25 lines. Written Nov 10, 2020,
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