It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
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I love Charles. He threw the mirror downstairs. Insanely brilliant violent man.
A fine commentary on life, our lives, the lives we live. Although we may understand it (or not) , life is there, waiting for us to walk down the stairway into it, again and again.
Nice poem yet again............