From Hitchcock's Strangers On A Train
My Brother Is Long-Lived
My brother is long-lived,
for even suicide cannot kill him.
The rest of us are not so skilled in life;
While not dead, we
are numb and otiose:
silver surfer despair joins
the darkness of magneto...
extinguish the scintilla
of the brief fire.
My brother is long-lived,
for even suicide cannot kill him.
The rest of us are not so drilled in life;
Sleep hibernia,
awesome and temporal
seculars of age!
subnivial sleep
awesome
appalling
and speculate !
My brother is long-lived,
so we meet as strangers on a train,
and do the deed with clean and shiny shoes.
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