Ill Seen Ill Said Page 4

  little very little like the last wisps of day

  when the curtain closes. Of itself by slow

  millimetres or drawn by a phantom hand.

  Farewell to farewell. Then in that perfect

  dark foreknell darling sound pip for end

  begun. First last moment. Grant only

  enough remain to devour all. Moment by

  glutton moment. Sky earth the whole kit

  and boodle. Not another crumb of carrion

  left. Lick chops and basta. No. One moment more. One last. Grace to breathe that void. Know happiness.

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  Ill Seen Ill Said

 

 

  Samuel Beckett, Ill Seen Ill Said

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