The more he reflected on things,
The more he felt sure
Of nothing, except
His being here,
Holding on for dear life
To a few eccentricities.
— Dead Reckoning, That Little Something, Charles Simic
The more he felt sure
Of nothing, except
His being here,
Holding on for dear life
To a few eccentricities.
— Dead Reckoning, That Little Something, Charles Simic
