26 Sunday Apr 2026
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We're all tenants of some sort:
guests, landlords, freeloaders.
But really, what matters for the most of us
is what matters,
or it doesn't matter at all.
Oh, there's a message alright,
just not enough to enlighten us
regarding your conclusion
that we are of one sort or another.
So instead you gave us everything,
the caveat being we could not want it.
(*after John Ashbery)
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