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Drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within    I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of sunsFrank Bidart
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After sex & metaphysics, –… what? What you have made.Frank Bidart
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Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance.      *I abjure advice-giver.Frank Bidart
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Understand that when the beast within yousucceeds again in paralyzing into unendingincompletion whatever you again had the temerity totry to makeits triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of itsrectitude. It knows that it aloneknows you.Frank Bidart