all ignorance toboggans into know
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter's not forever, even snow
melts;and if spring should spoil the game, what then?
all history's a winter sport or three:
but were it five, i'd still insist that all
history is too small for even me;
for me and you, exceedingly too small.
Swoop(shrill collective myth)into thy grave
merely to toil the scale to shrillerness
per every madge and mabel dick and dave
- tomorrow is our permanent address
and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do,
we'll move away still further:into now
e e cummings
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