[Survival][14th March 1975]

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Survival

All the rhythm

Leaves my being

All experience

Leaves existence

All awareness

Leaves my Soul.

Creeping dullness

Covers living,

Blunts the edges,

Damps the Fire;

Salt and Sawdust

Fills the Well.

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Let there be no

Further moaning:

I will fight to

Keep my balance;

Though I must ride

Several horses,

If I fall, I’ll

Fall the right side!      

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