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Routine [necessarily]

got up every morning as the sun paints the clouds without sufficient clarity. Left on the table the four seasons, handkerchiefs, books. Wanted a day without too many shades or omens, but with the dye just to write some verses to make habitable the winter and morning. He wished not to repeat the error of coffee and toast, half backward, cold water. Transcribed some single words, be prepared to feel volatile and ephemeral sense of matching words, to make them birth, to make them die. He returned to want to avoid repeating mistakes, as it fell on them, again and again, almost parallel to the coffee and toast, moving averages, watching the window, drawing between the lines, almost invisibly, the curves of the stems and leaves, repeating unbearable melody, accommodating some new sad day between ephemeris and radio news. Slide