[P1] There is a sensible tone to every author of social hope, but don't expect to
love them.
[P2] The way you look into your daughter's eyes beneath a canopy of death and
free-jazz (alien and mocking), I know this animal needs a job.
[Q1] Love taken every night on loan, diffident and shy, shining out, a testimony to
someone else's smile held tonight
[R1] late again, and lost again
[R2] I apologize
[P4] Down like the echoes that sink through the floor; you want more so we beat
ourselves stupid and sore right out in the open.
[Q2] From ritual to reflex as a family goes on, a permanent deployment of
defensible wrongs
[P5] We have been a burden and we know that we're wrong
[P2-->R1] Give these animals a job
[P6] I want to pass out tonight beneath the the weight of your reading light,
pretend to some dementia
[All P, Q, R] A computation that expresses your mind (that kind of dreadful
propositional language) -- sarcastic in deployment of grace -- gives us a break
from the heart.

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