I am slow as the world.
I am slow as the world.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
I am breaking apart like the world.
The world is blood-hot and personal.
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a date on a tombstone.
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