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My Mother was more a Small Investor
than she was Queen Clytemnestra
but she bought me shares in dreams,
in doing not what is, but seems -
you start out rhyming, she declared,
but go your own way into dread
with bed sores and bad words.

 

History covered its eyes and counted the way
kids count: getting faster
then slowing to halves, quarters, sixteenths
but nonetheless faster,