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A lament, pep talk, and challenge walk into a bar
The description I carry in my wallet in case Eve goes missing and I go mute
More than whispers, less than rumors
I keep making the mistake of approaching solitude alone
Having our cake and being eaten by it, too
After you, or what would Whitman, Emerson, or Merwin do?
I keep a weather station in my head