Often our mind as beings blend
Very seldom meeting twixt
Ever making morsels mount
Rivals reeling, nature does mend
Usury making lawless giving
Never making often mistaking
Downward drawn till dawn compels
Ever one leaving after another dispels
Really now, how some loathing leaves you free
*Fitful thinking on a Saturday evening.
(Inspired by a poem of Sally Clarke's which was inspired by a phrase from Laurence Overmire’s bio)
D2
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