Monday, April 19, 2010

another in progress

And I have known the eyes already,
known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Then how should i begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
T.S. Eliot

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