Page 330 of Glass (Crank 2)

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around me like pissed

yellow jackets, I have

never felt so abandoned.

I Sit for a While

On a bench along

the River Walk,

listen to

the opera of

the Truckee

River at night.

The water

is high, after our

massive winter.

It rushes past,

calling

over the rocks,

You’re not alone.

I’m here, aren’t I?

Coaxing,

Oh, the places I

can take you. Ride

along with me.

Cajoling,

Come on. It’s easy.

Just walk to the railing.

One quick step over…

Chanting,

Easy. It’s easy. One

quick step. It’s easy.

I’ll sing you to sleep.

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