nd it came to pass, it came to pass, it came to pass,
with rictus and calamity, with the sinew of a tired world,
that men had explored all frontiers, that life was closed
for the weekend, was thinking of selling up and moving
away to a place with a moderate climate and waterside
views, that the world had lost shape and was considering
retirement, getting plump, forgetting Prada, and settling down
with Pluto, the illegitimate planet, to grow fat on taboo or pie
or ribs and beer. The ink must go on foot now - so long
William, farewell Petrarchus, nice try Pablo and Miss
Barrett Browning - form has nothing to offer, we are all
too tired for art nouveau - but the ink will go on foot, and tread,
and come again to greater revelations, having witnessed the
world anew - I’m reinventing the wheel - just for you.
Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful,
Amor y Paz,

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