I am what I am.
Like you, I have my complaints
and more confusions
than a small skull should hold.
There may be pearls here
but pillars elude me.
This is no age for builders;
they tell me swimmers only need apply.
A doctor and nurse,
sex on the surgical table
in the dim of night...
What can they say to the dying?
Since we are all dying…
I am what I am.
You are what you are. And there
are peacocks in Wisconsin.
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