a chair that will not stop turning — and I, alone trembling light closing round me swimming swimming like sea-sparkle in black water restless tires somewhere everywhere a low hum the hum of gnats O loneliness — what of it O beautiful night O loneliness — what of it O beautiful night a chair that will not stop turning — and I, alone trembling light closing round me and it will not let me go restless tires somewhere everywhere soft feet the feet of sewer rats night thick as rubber dark like a garbage bag it folds me in it folds me in I thrash — no way out O loneliness — what of it O beautiful night O loneliness — what of it O beautiful night a chair that will not stop turning — and I, alone I thrash — no way out alone
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