.
So much routine
mechanical business, so
many uninterrupted
hours of it, the unvarying tedium, the exhaustion going finally
beyond acceptance
or refusal. In the end the great No
almost has a way of not
having to say itself any more,
its reiterative reminders grown tiresome,
overfamiliar, perhaps even, during the reeling sleepless dark-wood
night of doubt
and fear, felt as -- or drowned
out in? -- the strong warm rank animal
breath of the great Yes.
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