Today is the worst kind of day. I’m scared for my life and the lives of all around me. The consequence, an elaborate punishment, and the cause, my capricious irresponsibility. Yes, on a day such as this, it’s safer, it’s safer to lie in bed, perfectly still, so the lamps won’t fall, so the ceiling stays put, so I can’t trip into the fire--- and the out-there dangers that I’m aware of, they’ll continue on, without me, perhaps unaware of me—-- but more likely aware of me, greedy for me; regrouping, scheming, waiting till I clean my rain speckled glasses and step blindly onto the cloudy street. Today, I strive to be an absent target, I must be; for today that dizzying justice must hunt the other man; it must not be allowed into my room--- it must not see me.
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