His characters into
The bottomless freedom
Of disappointment, as
They Might Be Giants sang
That, If it wasn’t for
Disappointment (wait, wait)
I wouldn’t have any
Appointments, (ba-dump-dum!).
So, now have we achieved
This bliss where language lives
By itself, or at least
Exists, no appointments
And no disappointments?
No stories, no stories
Of our own, in words’ own
Words to tell. We’ve been streams,
Oceans, clouds, and fell.
We’ve been disappointments
In drifts, so what? We’ll melt
Like snowballs in your well.
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