“Myself I find palindromes bleak—how they march forward as if to unfurl some
wisdom then there we are cowering again at the back of the cave.” — Anne Carson
Don’t nod,
borrow or rob.
Live not on evil,
eye on eye. No eye,
no sin. Unison—
never odd or even.
No word, no bond. Row on,
drawn onward,
deified.
Pull up if I pull up.
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