How much my misery lacks all relief
You know, my Lord, from how I call to you,
My voice full of suffering;
And I tell you how it grieves me,
Longing for death as a lesser torment.
Come on, death; shear the grass
Of this life of grief
And with one stroke cure my madness;
No matter where I go, there will be less pain.
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I didn’t know what time it was, but I’d heard the girls bustling and calling in the hall and getting ready for the fur show, and then I’d heard the hall go still, and as I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stilness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.
I said to myself: “ doreen is dissolving, lenny shepherd is dissolving, frankie is dissolving, new york is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter anymore. I don’t know them, i have never known them and i am very pure. All that liquor and those sticky kisses i saw and the dirt that settled on my skin on the way back is turning into something pure.