Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach. Leonard Cohen
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Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach. is a short poem that expresses the feeling of being overwhelmed. This happens when a person’s mind becomes overloaded with all of the things that need to be accomplished in life. The writer expresses his sadness about the fact that he feels overwhelmed by his responsibilities and wants to somehow slow down time so he can take his time to make something beautiful out of his work, but he realizes it is too late to do so. He chooses instead to finish what needs to be done, even if it means rushing through it.

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