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And what's the good of all the
fancy footwork,
When the drifting sands keep
shifting and shifting?
1969
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What do you do with a life
that won't fess up--
that weighs and measures
with every step?
1969
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Saturday night...
Outside--cold, monotonous
rain.
Inside--icy pools, boiling seas,
foaming oceans
of anxiety
of remorse
of self-reproach.
October 3, 1969