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And It Was Good
           "Gott ist tot"
           I am old and tired.
           I was there in the beginning.
           It is the end.
Day 1
           It's my 76th birthday.
           I want vanilla ice cream.
           There will be candles.
           Fuck birthday parties.
First Night
           I must be dreaming.
           I'm in a forest.
           There's a wooded hill in front of me.
           I think there's a cave in the hill.
           A woman's back is to me; it is perfect.
           It is radiant
           Like warm peach cobbler,
           With a scoop of ice cream.
Day 2
           Two kids drowned in the municipal pool today.
           I hope Sarah went to the store.
           Maybe there's left over cobbler.
           I'm not leaving this house.
Second Night
           Is it 4:30 already?
Day 3
           The Price Is Right.
           I went for a walk past Hagar's house.
           Who names their kid Hagar?
           Who fucks someone named Hagar?
           How does someone with the name Hagar
           Not commit suicide?
           I think I'm going crazy.
           So do I.
           Good one.
Third Night
           I'm back at this hill.
           She's back too.
           Her back is so gentle and smooth.
           I fear that if I touch her,
           She'll melt like wax under the candle's flame.
           I'm really close to her.
           I can hear her breath.
           I know she is beautiful.
Day 4
           The sun is bright.
           I wish I could fly.
Fourth Night
           The moon is out.
           I'm fucking tired.
Day 5
           Sarah better have gotten tuna salad.
           I should go to the aquarium.
Fifth Night
           I'm back here again.
           Where's that cobbler girl?
           She's probably at the apple tree;
           She shouldn't be there.
           I'm scared.
Day 6
           I wonder how long my family tree will be.
           I wonder how much sand is at the aquarium.
           There were a bunch of stars the other night.
           Everything is good.
Sixth Night
           It's black and something is hissing.
           I'm in that fucking cave.
           I need her right now.
           Not Sarah or Hagar.
           Run Towards the Light.
           I'm out on the hill and I'm thirsty.
           Luckily there's a well over there.
           Unfortunately there's an ass drinking from it already.
           Oh well.
           Do you think leprechauns are really at the end of rainbows?
           Manna is falling from heaven.
           There she is, with a staff in her hand.
           What is that hissing?
           I am going to touch her.
           She's turning around and I'm scared again.
           Her face is a raisin; her hair is serpents.
           The hissing.
           She holds an apple in her right hand.
           Shamir, the worm, crawls from it.
           Somebody help me.
           I don't want to die.
           This isn't real, I've never been alive.
Day 7
Seventh Night
           I am a larva.
           I will fly.
           I told you the story of Abe.
           I created him; he did not create me.
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