To-morrow

My life, myself, I know are nothing noble, nothing constructive.

There is no resonance in this analysis, but all Dissonance.

Something lives, lives muscularly in me that constantly betrays

me, destroys me against all my own convictions, against all my own

knowledge, against all my own desire.

It may be true of Everybody.

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